Since the start of the year, I’ve made steps to start clawing back fitness.
I started with 15 seconds of running and lots and lots of walking and slowly increasing until I managed to drag my sorry arse around 10k last month. It’s not pretty, but it is there. Similtaneously, I’ve also been going to spin classes, following the same principle, starting with just turning my legs over, building up slowly until I could face the thought of sitting on a bike for more than an hour.
It’s still fragile, so I’ve not wanted to talk about it for fear of scaring it off. I was terrified of more injury or illness hampering progress and this blog continuing to be just one ‘start again’ story after another.
Then, the other day, G and I were in a spin class. It was the first of a double session and we were making noises about taking it easy, getting through safely. Yada, yada, yada.
It was all going swimming well until one song came on. It was a song stamped on my psyche. It was a song that links through to previous careers, previous marriages and previous spin classes. It was a song I’ve talked about previously in this blog. It was Frankie and ‘Two Tribes’.
Within seconds G and I were back in ‘race night’, a favoured session in Barries shed when we were strong and invincible and having the most amazing time. That feeling came back immediately, we couldn’t help ourselves. We gave it everything we had and nailed it. And do you know what? My legs didn’t fall off, my back was ok and my head as even better. Instead of taking it easy we worked harder and harder until the end of the session where we slid off the bikes, knackered and elated.
There is still an enormous distance to go, but at least I can start to talk about it again and that is the best thing of all.