Whether you’re having fun or not.
2 years ago next week – my husband’s heart stopped beating. Just for a moment, and he was under the care of an extremely competent cardiologist. But it stopped.
I will never forget the drive down to St. Pauls – wondering if I would get there and be greeted by “We’re sorry Mrs. Smith, we did everything we could…”
Thankfully – that wasn’t the outcome. I no longer panick when I can’t reach him. I am not as worried when he’s out of my sight. But those things stick with you.
At the time – I had embarked on a journey of getting fit… and failed.
9 months ago, I started again. Exercise fail.
5 months ago I started derby. Still don’t have my skills up to standard.
2 months ago I said to myself that I would be playing in the August bout. I did not.
Tonight I said the same thing. One month to get to speed, to get my skills up – I WILL be playing in that bout.
I have to examine my life. Nothing has really changed. I’m still the same weight as I was when I started this blog. I’m not derby fit. I can’t run a 5k.
So why not?
My theory is that we are creatures of habit. I have a routine every day. It is an entirely satisfactory routine. However it is a routine that does not support getting fit – it supports me being sedentary.
Tonight – I justified to myself why I would miss derby practice. Then I got a text.
Thanks to that text – I went to derby practice.
I skated, in pain. I stopped when I needed to, and felt like I was back in March. I *should* be further along by now. I’m not – but I’m not going to whine about it. I’m just going to change it.
Its 11.15. Regardless of the amount of sleep I get, I will be getting up in the morning and doing cardio. I’m thinking about the C25K run. That will help me with my endurance.
Time to change my routine. Time to change my habits.
Watch for my post at 7.30 detailing how my workout went. That’s my promise to you, my readers, and most importantly, to myself.