My goodness the marathon seems like an eternity ago 🙂
I took the opportunity afterwards to take a break from running (and blogging) and let my body and brain recover from all the excitement. It was long overdue, frankly … any of you who’ve run a marathon or who are training for one will know that it starts to take over your whole life and it’s very strange when it’s over. If I think about it, I struggle to believe that I’ve actually done it. It’s a bit like my friends’ descriptions of childbirth … you forget all about it just so you might do it again!
I also have some news. We went away for the weekend immediately following the race and The Boy took both of us by surprise by deciding to propose. So I’m now happily betrothed and in the early throes of wedding planning. Part of that planning, of course, involves choosing a dress. I mentioned in my last post that I was worried about my weight creeping in the wrong direction. I still am, especially after a long holiday in Australia where the food was delicious and the beer plentiful. Well, the imminent prospect of a short walk in a long dress means that I’m hell bent on getting to a comfortable weight and finally managing to maintain that in the long term. Then I can float down the aisle in the most gorgeous dress imaginable without feeling like an overstuffed sausage. I also won’t look back on the photos and think ‘why didn’t you rein in the pie eating before the big day’? I’m exaggerating, but you take my point.
So, what steps am I taking? On the food front, I’m back to counting calories. It’s funny, I always resort to this, which probably means that it’s the best long term solution for me. At the moment I’m recording everything that passes my lips and trying to keep to around 1300 calories a day. I’ll let you know how I get on with that. I have a sneaking suspicion that alcohol is the problem rather than food, to be honest.
Exercise-wise, I’m back in training. I literally stepped off the plane back from Sydney, dropped my suitcase at home, and went to the gym. It might sound silly, but I kept promising myself I’d do that as I sat relaxing on Bondi beach looking in awe at the athletic locals pounding up and down the sand. I’ve managed to keep up a high level of exercise ever since, which I’m pleased about (that said, this week has been something of a disaster). I’m running again … I’m nearly totally repaired after the race (barring the fact that I still only have nine toenails, sorry!) and am back up to 4.5 miles. I’ve signed up for the Windsor half marathon at the end of September, and my formal schedule begins next week. I’ve opted for quite an aggressive schedule that aims to get you in below 2 hours … realistically I don’t expect to achieve that but want to aim high rather than being complacent.
So with lots of enthusiasm and vigour, here I go again! I didn’t think that the battle to lose the weight and keep it off would be a two and a half year journey (to date), but I’m not throwing in the towel just yet.