I’ve found the past few days a bit tough. A combination of a lot of work, a generally depressing feeling about how the UK is handling Covid-19, and the monotony of spending day after day in the same place has been getting me down.
I’m usually really good at keeping my mind active and my mental health is pretty strong, which I feel really lucky about. But there’s something about January and the state of everything that is testing even the most hardy of people.
I had a long day yesterday that involved completing a big piece of work to a deadline mid-morning. I didn’t realise how much adrenaline was involved and once it was over I had a big slump. Felt knackered for the rest of the day and couldn’t really focus on work.
When it came to early evening, when I usually go for a run, I almost didn’t go. I started to make an excuse in my head (“my body needs to rest”). But then I challenged myself to at least get changed into my running gear. And of course as soon as I was head-to-toe running gear it felt stupid not to go!
I set off intending to just do a really quick round the block run, so that I could say that I’d done it, but in a way that was low pressure. But then when I got to the end of my street I ran in a different direction – uphill – and realised I didn’t have a set route in my head.
And so I played a game with myself. At every junction when I could turn towards home I asked myself whether I could do more and if I could I carried on. At one point I realised I was running quite slowly because someone ran past me at a different pace. So I picked it up. And then the last straight(ish) was pretty much all downhill. By the time I’d got home, my round-the-block had become 5km – not a really long distance, but enough to feel like I’d properly exercised.
And then of course I felt great. Endorphin rush. Shower. I’d been out of the house and didn’t feel so cabin feverish. Great stuff.
Today I did the same. Ended the working day later than usual with a phone meeting. Almost poured myself a glass of wine. But then I check Freeletics and my coach day were some pistol squats (incidentally getting much better at those!) and a 1.5km run. So off I went. And again I feel good about it.
So you know, it might be a marketing phrase, but #noexcuses is kind of true.