The other morning I found myself sat in the van outside Petes house. As I listened to Radio 1 (how hip) and contemplated the torrential rain bouncing off the roof I felt a twinge of sadness for things past but, more than anything I was looking forward to the session despite the awful weather.
He asked me (with baited breath) how things were. I was relieved to be able to answer truthfully that things were good. Really good.
The passover from 2015 to 2016 has been huge. A weight lifted from the shoulders, a fresh start. The movement from one day to the next shouldn’t really make any difference at all. But as we clutched our champagne glasses and raised them in a toast to the sound of the old clock in the hall striking midnight, it felt different.
A huge relief and a feeling I was back in control enveloped me. It was a sentiment shared around the table. All sat there had frustrations to deal with in 2015 and the optimism around the table was enervating.
When I returned to Pete in November I thought I was ready to get back on with that part of my life. But in reality, I wasn’t.
The fact the I still couldn’t talk about stuff without breaking down showed that, which in essence is why I boshed the sessions for the rest of the year. Money is very tight and these sessions have to really count now, so I wanted to make sure I was in the best place possible to make the most of them.
But now, the running has started again, the weight training is coming on well, and although we had to bosh Tanners to go and look at flats, things are definitely looking up.
I miss the routine I had a couple of years ago. The regular training with Peter and Barrie provided regimental discipline which at the moment is lacking. Lord I miss those sessions terribly.
But, although the next few months are still going to be a bit challenging time wise but I’m hopeful, that with a bit of discipline I can get back to some regular training soon.