That time between Christmas and New Year is, as many people say confusing. You can’t start being healthy yet, that’s for the new year. You can’t be productive, as your brain still can’t function after all the food you’ve consumed over Christmas. Basically it’s a no man’s land, a limbo.
For the first half of this week, I very much felt in limbo, unsure what to do with myself as doing actual work felt a bit too heavy for the Christmas holidays, yet I felt there was only so much TV I could watch and I had reached that limit where you are physically in front of the television set, but the mind will no longer focus.
Therefore I found myself wanting to go for a run, I do enjoy running however often it requires a bit more mental preparation. So there I was enthused for physical activity which I desperately needed and had been lacking for weeks. I was geared up with my new active bluetooth headphones, got the dog ready and off I went.
5 minutes in, so far so good, the endorphins were being released into my body, the sun was picturesque balancing over the horizon, then the music was jumping. Ok, breathe, with a little adjustment I was soon off again. There were a couple of looks in my direction, but I put it down to last week of the year limbo confusion. Had they really just seen someone running, before January?
Becoming more annoyed with the sound system as it was becoming noticeably louder as I was approaching the choppy and loud sea. I stopped again to take a look at my new tech. I removed my headphones, the music I could hear better than ever. Confused I was, until I realised the music had been playing out of my phone, out loud to the members of the public I was passing (hence the earlier looks). The shame, the embarrassment. The pure tension running through my body at the interference of my run. It was a beautiful day with picturesque scenes, I didn’t have to force myself to go, I had nowhere else to be that day. I was supposed to be calm. Until this. My brand new headphones betraying me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I walked for a bit and just because I felt I needed to did a sprint finish. Overall an unsuccessful venture.
However disheartened I had been the next day I was up and ready for another attempt at a peaceful run. I had recharged my headphones, believing this to be the problem the previous day. Put on my running gear including some new kit thanks to Christmas. Again the sun was shining and off I went. Needing to find a route near where I live for short morning runs before college I set off on a new route. It was rather windy heading out, however the bright sky was wiping any other annoyances away.
5 minutes in. It’s great the endorphins are being released into my body, Selena effortlessly singing in my ears with no interruption. Then the ground was slowly but surely rising. What? Wait no…no. It wasn’t the ground rising. It was me. Falling. Slowly. Usually I’m pretty good at the, I almost fell but jumped out of it casually with a hair flick manoeuvre. Half way down and I realised that move wasn’t happening today. Thump, right onto my knees. Slightly embarrassed, I looked around for possible spectators, thankfully there were none to be seen. Ready to set off and continue-I was going to finish the run. Looking down to dust the gravel of me and that’s when I saw it. That’s when I realised you can’t be fit and healthy in the last week of the year. Fate will not allow it.
Looking down at my knees I was in shock. Both knees of my brand new Victoria’s Secret leggings were missing. For Christmas I had received some gorgeous yoga pants. High waisted, which for me is an essential because I don’t want to be worrying about a builders bum and I feel much more comfortable covering the pouch (hopefully by the end of this year that won’t be as much of a problem-well I can dream.)
Two holes with frayed edges were staring right at me. Killing me a bit inside. I was in such shock that it took me a while to realise that within these holes stood my knees, scuffed and bleeding. That was it. I couldn’t complete my run. Again. Fate did not want me to run again in 2015. I don’t know why but it wasn’t letting me. It wasn’t even a new thing. I’ve been running semi regularly for a few years but mother nature wasn’t having it. So here I am writing this ridiculous and heart breaking story about my yoga pants I got bought for Christmas that are now ruined whilst balancing my computer on my now still tender knees.
So yeah it’s 2016 and still no run. Eventually it will happen and hopefully it will be more peaceful than my last couple of attempts. Here’s to hoping.