You Know It Has Been a Good Workout When…

  1. You finish last, but nobody notices because everyone is on the floor. Dead.
  1. By the time you know where you are, a resurrected person is kindly stripping your barbell.
  1. Coach looks at you as if he’s deciding whether to say, ‘well done’, or just to call an ambulance.
  1. You vaguely remember your own name, but only because everyone around you is saying it, preceded by, ‘Are you sure you’re okay?’
  1. If you’re able to speak, you say the stupidest stuff, like, ‘“Squat” on earth was that?’

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I’m Ready for the Olympics 2016

2004: I watched the Olympics and determined to visit Greece one day. I was blown away by the skill of the athletes; but my dreams to be a world-class runner were quickly dashed by my reluctance to leave the house.

2008: I watched the Beijing Olympics in bed and marvelled at the opening ceremony. I was blown away by the skill of the athletes; but my dreams of achieving a long-jump record were thwarted by laziness and migraines.

2012: I watched the London Olympics and was proud of our country. I was so impressed with what I saw, and jealous of the people who made their dreams a reality; but I knew what commitment it took and that it could never be my highest priority.

2016: I’m ready! Continue reading

The Pain of Not Doing

There’s a point at which the pain of not trying something you want to do becomes greater than the pain that will possibly come from doing it.

That’s how it was with me and running. And that’s how it was with me and writing. Perhaps it sounds like a negative way of looking at things, but in many ways it isn’t.

All I know is that there came a time when the burden of wanting to be able to run became too great. There was a time when the burden of wanting to write became too great.

I once cried because I couldn’t bring myself to run 800m, not because I had done it and felt pain. I once read a brilliant book with jealously because I wished I had the courage to write one myself, not because I’d written one and found it to be a difficult process. Each happening strengthened my resolve and made things clearer. Continue reading

Running Before You Can…

This is a difficult post to write.

By nature I seem to swing easily from being strictly disciplined to a layabout (ok, that’s an exaggeration!). So when I set a goal and manage to stick to the process it’s a massive deal, particularly with running, because I find it difficult.

I can’t believe that I built up to a 5k race from nothing. And then 10k. All year I’ve had my sights on the local Half Marathon at the start of March, because that’s what kicked the whole thing off for me: I saw the runners last year and had an adrenaline rush. I wanted to be them. Continue reading