I’m now a month into my 16-week training plan for my two autumn half marathons, and it’s been going well. Worryingly well… Starting to think writing my own plan might have been a mistake and maybe I’ve gone too easy on myself!
Last week was a week of firsts, both fitness and life-related, so I thought I’d give it a little write up.
Fitness-wise, it was the first time I managed an unsupported shoulder stand in yoga. I know this isn’t a big deal for most people who spent their childhood largely living upside down, but for me – a worrier through and through – it’s always been hard for me to let go and trust my body. Especially when the safety of my spine is involved. So when I was little I was universally underwhelming as a gymnast (forward rolls were about it) and I used to drive my mum mad by doing shoulder stands against the cream walls of the living room (“You’ll mark the paint!”) but I’d never felt the full weight of my body in the air, supported by my shoulders, head and arms. In fact, I was so doubtful about ever achieving it, even as I got into the right position and released my feet from the wall and into the air, all I was thinking was: “This will never work.” But it did. Unspectacular, yes; graceless, almost certainly; but I felt euphoric.
Another first was a visit to Bounce, the new trampoline park in Peterborough which was very exciting because until then the only thing I could take visitors to see in our fair city was the world’s worst bowling alley. But on Friday afternoon I took my friend (and sister of my boyfriend) Rachel to an overly warm room filled with trampolines, basketball hoops, foam pits and more. I maintain bouncing counts as decent cross-training, as after 40 minutes we had sought out the inefficient air conditioning unit and were panting beside it. While, perhaps unsurprisingly based on the above confessions, I wasn’t exactly back-flipping off the surfaces, I was pleasantly surprised by my low level bravery, launching myself onto inflatable crash pads and leaping as high as I dared. It was brilliant. The only downside was the effect on my poor plantar fasciitis-prone feet, which have been agony ever since – probably a result of wearing socks only, as being bare-footed (or practically) isn’t good for it.
My final fitness-first last week was my longest run yet, as I reached 7 miles on a sunny, showery Saturday. I’m not going to lie, it felt awful, but I think that was mostly the result of a stonking hangover. Oops. I’ve realised that beyond 10k I really need to start carrying water, so I’m thinking this week’s 8-miler should be easier in a way, as I was so thirsty on my return journey that I was genuinely considering begging passersby for a swig of their water bottles.
In non-fitness firsts last week – a bit randomly – I saw my first badgers! I went with my friend Lucy to a Wildlife Trust event at Rutland Water and we sat in a hide for two hours, which was happily rewarded by the sight of two badgers snuffling around outside for slugs and peanuts.
I also had my first article published on Cosmopolitan’s website, all about the best online fitness classes to try (Yoga with Adriene FTW), so that felt amazing.
So, in a (pea)nutshell, I’ve learnt I need to push myself a bit harder to achieve more in my fitness, as well as the benefits of trying new, scary things. Which is just as well, being as this weekend I’m abseiling down a cathedral…