Thursday, 30 December 2021

A look back at the year and some thoughts for 2022

 It's been one heck of a year. It's been truly awful in fact. And it's ending with the tiny flicker of hope I had a month ago utterly crushed.

Illnesses in my immediate family would have been enough on their own to deal with. These are all on-going and there appears to be nothing I can do but be there to pick up the pieces. 

Recurring or chronic injury in itself would have been enough to deal with. I'm doing what I can to get my leg to heal and stay strong but it's a precarious line to walk and I keep getting it wrong.

We won't talk about the covid stuff, or work, or work+covid.

Being unceremoniously dumped by my soulmate -the man I though I was going to grow old with- was, and still is, devastating. Not long ago we met so that he could say what he needed in order to move on and get on with a successful life, but it's left me desolate. I still don't understand, and the conclusions I've come to are bitter indeed to swallow.

I have also been taken aback by a few random acts of kindness. Some of those have come from people who might read this and I cannot begin to express my gratitude to you. Some came from complete strangers, and I am sad that I cannot thank them. It's a lesson in how we should conduct ourselves- a few kind words can lift the darkness from someone's soul even if only for a few minutes. That brief respite can make it possible to get through the rest of the day. You never know who might need that respite, so just be kind always.

I did a race. It went pretty well considering how little running I'd done. I should have done another to mark my birthday but at that point I was exhausted, overwhelmed and once again really struggling with the leg problem. Youngest was poorly again too. Perhaps if I had gone then this year would be ending differently, but I paid the price for putting my immediate needs first and not just falling in someone else's wishes. 

The coming year feels bleak and there's nothing to look forward to, but I've set myself a couple of challenges to give me some focus and purpose.  The first challenge is to try to get back to consistent running so I've entered the Centurion One Slam for the first 100 days of the year. My aim is to cover 600 miles and I thought I'd use it as an opportunity to do some fundraising for the National Museum of Computing. You can donate via my Just Giving page here.

I want to use those 100 days for a couple of training blocks: getting back to basics with easy aerobic runs, keeping a careful eye on heart rate. Then I'll add some speedwork but this time not intervals as such, nor hill reps. I'm going to try adding strides to the end of 2 easy runs each week. I've revisited The Happy Runner by Megan and David Roche and now I think I can see how to put some of their wisdom into practise. My training needs to be kind and supportive to both body and mind otherwise it's not sustainable especially in my current fragile state. The Happy Runner isn't a book everyone will enjoy- it's not a training manual as such, more of a holistic way of approaching life as a runner. And although the messages in the book are serious, it's a book that doesn't take itself too seriously either. There's quite a bit about pizza and dogs.

The second challenge is very much dependent on whether I can complete or get close to completing challenge no.1. If I can't manage consistent mileage without breaking then it's very unlikely I'll be able to train for anything in the second half of the year.

With that second challenge in mind I'm hoping to get some coaching. I think I know more or less what I need to do and more or less how to structure training but I find it very difficult to get the balance right. Too much running and not enough functional strength work; too much strength and cross training and too little running; too much everything; or having to force my mind to let me even consider getting up and training. A bit of guidance with nutrition would also be helpful- I think I need to ensure my diet matches different parts of the training cycle. Over the last 10 years or so my relationship with food has become complicated and sometimes unhealthy so it will be important to focus on eating enough and enough of the right things.

I will close out the year with a run, some Cross Fit and an early night. Whatever you do, wherever you are, stay safe and may your new year be healthy and purposeful and full of kindness.





Saturday, 18 December 2021

Running with

 It's been a really tough time. My youngest got the 'rona and although not particularly ill with it they've since been suffering with something like vertigo and ended up in hospital with it. Their recovery is going to be long and far from smooth, but today they are having a good day and I cannot begin to describe the relief that brings.

I've been trying to keep moving but, given all the stresses and worries, I've decided that a sensible goal is to aim for 30 minutes of exercise most days. Some days I can manage more, some days I don't do anything but I'm learning to live with all the worries and hurts, and to live with what I think is a more realistic set of goals. 

People often use running as a way of escaping things in their life, a kind of running away. I've done that in the past but actually it's not all that helpful. It can turn running into something that's negative, and if for some reason you can't run- perhaps because of injury or just being busy- you have no way of managing the things you want to forget or escape. And running away can cause injury in itself- it's so easy to do too much when you need to run for anaesthesia.

The other week I was out on a run and a thought suddenly came into my head: run with all the hurt and sorrow; hold it, accept it for what it is and why it's there. I can't outrun it, and trying to live permanently anaesthetised isn't going work either. It will be with me for as long as this particular part of my life lasts and that's something I can't control. I can't make my heart heal quicker, I can't make my child whole again. And just as I've sat with my child and held them and all their pain, so each run is a time of holding and being with my own hurt. 

I hope that learning acceptance and enduring much of what this year has brought will make me a better runner. But I also hope that I don't have to live through another year like this. 

knitted for one of my children's teachers