Weigh in (72)

You know those action movies where a guy or gal drives a car down a hill to find out that someone has cut the brakes? Life kinda feels like that at the moment; it's moving so fast and I have no chance of stopping it. All I can do is steer, pray there are no hairpin bends, and wait for the road to level out and the car to slow down. The irony in my particular analogy is that I drove for the hill in the full knowledge that the brakes were banjaxed. I knew this was coming, and terrifying and slightly out of control it may be, I have no desire to stop the car.

This particular post is not the place to explain in detail what the flippin' 'eck I am talking about - it's about the weigh in - but I promise I will. Suffice it to say that the week has been a struggle, as has my control of both diet and exercise levels. The former has been 'ok'; the sort of ok which would be great if I was still visiting the gym three times a week....which brings me on to the latter. I had a badminton match on Friday night and, well; that has been about it. Three weeks with no gym at all. Not good, especially when considering the London Marathon looms on an albeit distant horizon.

Yes I am still shaking off the sniffles - they have not completely gone away - but they are sufficiently absent for it to be a very poor excuse. I'm just out of the rhythm; as a rhythm is what it had become (almost instinctual). Granted, I may have been knocked out of it by circumstances, but one thing is for sure; I need to get back into it again as quickly as possible.

I know what you're thinking....'he's put on weight again'....as surely all this is a precursor to bad news; WRONGGGG! I came in at 15 stone 8.2 pounds, which is a 3 pound loss. Good news yes, but I feel a bit of a fraud as I don't feel I've earned it. I think the previous week's weigh in was inflated due to the night out - and meal - I had on weigh-in night, whereas this week was the traditional pre-dinner routine. I'm shaking it off though, as although I have been fluctuating, it is still not doing massive amounts of damage to the hard work I have done over the last eighteen months (weight-wise at least, not so sure about the first gym visit back). There is still time to lose weight, and still time to train for London.

I fear that the hardest part of the journey is yet to come; made even harder by recent developments, but it's very simple; the harder the task, the greater the achievement. I'm not going to give in, and I AM going to do this.

Whether by random chance or by destiny, the Great North Run DVD I ordered came through last weekend, just when I needed it. I saw the whole spectacle; and the images and feelings came rushing back, as did the feelings of nervousness, participation, pain, and glory. It reminded me that I WAS THERE, and I DID IT; and I will do it London too.

It is going to be tough though........