Starting somewhere

You have to start somewhere, don’t you? Julie Andrews would suggest starting at the very beginning (that’s a very good place to start).

When I lay in bed this morning, wondering how on earth to summon the energy to just roll off the mattress and fall into the bathroom, I felt a bleak despair wash over me. I have spent a week looking at websites of personal trainers, and then feeling too cowardly to email or call them. I’ve looked at my wasting quadriceps and gluteals and felt ashamed and terrified by the thoroughly poor state of my fitness and strength.

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On my recent trip to London, I wandered around the Natural History Museum, and had to sit down next to an elderly couple after I walked up a shallow flight of stairs and felt dizzy, light-headed, breathless, my heart pounding. In the words of Nicki Minaj: You outta work… I know it’s tough. But enough is enough.

Thinking about it, I’ve been out of work(ing out) for months. I tore my plantar fascia last June, which healed up in time for me to go to America, where I tore up most of the soft tissue in the medial aspect of my knee. That healed up just in time for Christmas, when I was struck down with various germs that have kept me laid low for a few weeks.

Cowboy told me last night that Sunshine is fat and out of shape, and huffed and puffed her way through the entire ride last night, grumpy about how bad she felt. I think I understand what she’s going through.

Here I am: over-sugared, under-sweated and acutely aware of my body’s tendency towards premature ventricular contractions at bedtime. My PVC gets worse when I’m unfit, I’ve learned.

I forced myself up, and made a start. This start, in fact:

I pinned this to a Pinterest board months and months ago. I did it today, and felt instantly better. The best part is that you don’t sweat doing this workout, so I didn’t have to change into workout clothes and then shower and change back into normal clothes – the hassle puts me off more than the workout itself. Four minutes is doable, then straight back to whatever else needs to be done in the day.

I intend to pursue more thorough and longer duration workouts, as well as this four minute tabata training. There are plenty of hills around here for building bum muscle and quads strength, and for stamina training. I just need to get out into the cold and the wet and the mud and get to it.

Today was just a start, and starting is often the hardest bit.

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