I wrote an article on the 23rd March 2012 titled From Fat to Fit in 2012 where I explained that after letting myself go a bit that I was determined to get fit in 2012. A few things have happened since then and I haven’t posted since. The main thing being as follows:
That’s 14 stone 6 pounds, or 202 pounds! Wow! The first time I’ve tipped the 200 pound mark in my life. How did I get to this point when only two months ago I was preaching starting a health kick? The answer is simply I didn’t follow through. Like with so many things, wether its a hobby, a pastime, an evening class or indeed a health kick, life got in the way. In the last two months I have taken on a new role at work, geared up for and subsequently welcomed a new child into the world and had yet another fitness wake up call, which has again spurred me on to take action.
Why did I fail the first time?
Instead of putting aside a little time each day, or even each week to concentrate on exercise I sat idly by because I’d had a hard day at work, or Game of Thrones was on the TV. I always found an excuse.
I think before now other things seemed more important. Then my daughter was born, and what a perfect little bundle of joy she is. Becoming a father gives you a whole new perspective on life and while I won’t go into that fully here I realised that I didn’t want to be one of those obese dads who can’t compete in parents school sports days, or has to buy two Seats on a plane when going on holiday! I wanted to get fit so that I can take my daughter on long bike rides when she’s old enough.
Which brings me onto my second realisation point. On Sunday 13th May I took part in the 15th Annual Stokesley Charity Cycle Ride, which is 30 miles around the North Yorkshire countryside. Having completed a Marathon and numerous half marathons in the past I thought my stamina would hold out.
I decided to take on the 30 mile challenge on my trusty mountain bike complete with suspension, and due to the fact I was running late severely under inflated tyres.
After a few miles when I was at the back of a pack of 300 odd riders, I realised that while they were pedalling past me at speed without hardly expending any effort at all, they were chatting about the final of Britains Got Talent the night before, where I was pedalling ten to the dozen on even mild inclines puffing and panting. It’s partly down to the bike that I was having to pedal more, being full suspension with springy tyres, but also I realised that I simply had very little in the fitness bank, and what I did have was not suited to long road rides.
After a particular punishing stage where I had to de mount and push to scale a vicious ascent named Clay Bank, I vowed to come back next year and beat the hill! As I reached the summit and the first aid station I discovered that I had covered only 7 miles in a time of just over an hour and ten minutes. My heart sank until I realised I had about a mile of downhill ahead of me, then I pouched a banana and set off again. Twenty three agonising miles later I limped into the finish area, only one or two riders behind me somewhere on the course.
While I was pleased as punch to have finished and received my certificate, my finishing time of 3 hours and 45 minutes wasn’t quite as quick as I’d hoped. I felt like quitting on numerous occasions but kept thinking “What would Lance do?” and powered on, standing up for a lot of the last quarter due to very painful saddle soreness! Sorry too much information!
So looking back I realised I had failed in my “from fat to fit” regime, but the beauty of failure is that it teaches you lessons, and if you learn from them you can improve upon them and by starting again, I will hopefully not make those same lazy mistakes again.
Sure real life will still get in the way, my daughter will take up a lot of my time, my work will still require nights when I don’t get in until late and feel like crap, my side projects such as Bloodrun.co.uk still require work to be completed. But if I can spare hours a week to watch TV, I’m sure I can find half an hour to bash out a 5k a couple of times a week!
So how do you deal with failure?
It’s as obvious as it is simple, you dust yourself down and you try again.
Which reminds me of the lyrics from a Maximo Park song – “Apply Some Pressure”