Scratch weight – 48 Weeks to IM Lanzarote
J and I were running along the road to Bocketts Farm this morning (well, J was running and I was pootling along on the MTB) when I was struck by the beauty and abundance of the daisies growing wild along the side of the road.
We are blessed with such fabulous countryside in Surrey – it’s a joy to get out and run if not just to see the changes of the seasons in glorious technicolour.
Drama demands attention while life goes on quietly without notice. But often, happiness is in acknowledging the detail (not being thin or rich or famous as we are lead to believe). The daisies made me very happy indeed.
I’ve started to get bursts of joy again – and always at the smallest things. A rainbow, the beauty of a well timed junction, giving the teds (Theo and Broadstairs) a cuddle when I get in from work, the smell of the rain on warm streets.
They were always there, maybe I just wasn’t so receptive to it in the last few months.
I’m also enjoying focus. In the last few weeks Pete and I have been working on setting parameters in our powerlifting. Squats then deadlifts and finally bench press. Strong lifts need a strong mind and absolute focus. I’m relishing in the feeling of being strong and the peace of mind it brings.
And now, finally as I start to dream again, I can focus on undoing the damage inflicted on my poor, exhaused body over the last year and somewhere is the far distance of a year away – where the world will look completely different to the way it does right now – I have a goal. 48 weeks to go.