Thursday, September 10, 2015

#Bodymode30DayChallenge - Part 1

You might have noticed me mentioning the #bodymode30daychallenge on social media or in my last post about being polite and kind to yourself. To explain, the trainer I work with has opened up a challenge to all her assorted fitness and nutrition clients (that's people training for weight loss, sports, health and all kinds of things). For the 30 days of September we've picked something we'd like to improve on (all about upper body strength for me as I don't want to mess with my running or nutrition this close to the marathon) and there's a daily challenge thrown into the mix- everything from a sit-up test to eating more fibre to giving up excuses, blame and expectations.

It's been.... a learning curve for me, not least because the first week of the challenge fell on a week where I was at home and off work all week, it would be fair to say that I didn't cope well with a mix up of all my usual routines. So here's a round up of the first section of September, challenge-wise

Day 1: Post bank holiday I realised I hadn't really taken a proper rest day and my legs were pissy about it, I'd eaten really badly all weekend and felt slow for it and I was pretty grateful to be back on message. I did my pathetic push-ups- seriously, I'm so damn weak in my upper body, the daily challenge to take a break went down well- I took time to remember why I love where I live whilst making lists (the ultimate comfort when trying to get back on track...)

#bodymode30daychallenge I hear so many people say how noisy and dirty and busy London is. I hear my neighbours kids bickering about letting the youngest one join in. I hear a car alarm. I hear singing from the church at the end of the road. I hear the sou

Day 2 & 3: Went desperately wrong. I didn't manage the step test, didn't get through my assorted upper body training, didn't run and didn't eat well. I felt rough and it turned out to be an infection. Felt liked I'd failed before I even started, a theme that ran through the rest of the week. 

Day 4: Still not really up for training and still struggling to eat all that well, the daily challenge was to eat more fibre, so I spent some time working out how I was doing on that front in a more normal week (not bad) and how to do better- gotta love broccoli- no, really, I do. 

Day 5: Feeling a bit more back to normal, today was a write off. T & I had tickets for Ascot c/o T's employer. The only sitting up I did, contrary to the daily challenge was watching in disbelief as my 12:1 bet came in as a winner. Although I didn't realise it at the time, getting dressed up and having a good time set me up well for a few of the next challenges and made me feel a whole lot better about myself. 

Ascot Face

Day 6: Sunday. A bit of a reset button, rather than worry too much about what had gone so wrong the week before, I got ready to go back to work, treated myself to something I've craved with regularity later (Fruit Pastilles btw. Especially the yellow and orange ones) and started planning for the week coming. 

Day 7: And I'm back in the game! Monday is my training rest day, and so I stuck with it, spent some time focussing on catching up with work and the daily challenge- the prompt to give up the past was a good one for me. I think it's important to learn the lessons our past can teach us, but they and it do not define us and there's a difference between learning from your mistakes and letting go. This is true for lots of personal reasons, but it also reminded me not to dwell too hard on week one of the challenge- I'm a competitive person and I don't like to fail, but there's a time and a place to accept that something didn't work out and move on. 

Grey & Sneaks
Don't look back in anger, I heard you say... 

Day 8: If I felt like I was back in the game on Monday, Tuesday was an ultimate reminder that missing a week of training won't kill you. When there's a big goal, I find it easy to stress about the missed sessions but I ran, I lifted, I ate well and I felt good for it. I also wrote this post on being kind and polite to yourself in response to the daily challenge prompt- long story short- how you treat yourself sets two precedents: how other treat you and how others expect to be treated by you. 

Day 9: I had an eek moment realising how easy it is to get through 1/3 of a month without even noticing it seems. It certainly explains how I blinked and missed July and August! I'm relishing being back in a routine. I am a creature of habit so being able to anticipate and plan and to know what's coming makes me happy. It's also back to running club tonight. Working and living in an area for part of the week where I don't really know anyone made me realise how much I'm looking forward to seeing a group of people who are friendly, welcoming and encouraging- the running bit is kind of a bonus because the environment around it is such a great thing to be involved in. Today's daily challenge, the celebrate yourself. On of the reasons yesterday's prompt struck such a chord with me is because I'm very critical and I expect far more of myself than I ever would anyone else. Celebrating my own successes, achievements or qualities doesn't come naturally, so here goes...

I am a competitive person. I like to feel that I do things well and I like to win. I believe competition is healthy when approached properly. Competition is way of celebrating achievement, and achievement is only diminished those who aim to win at the cost of all else. Competition allows you to support and encourage those around you and can give a sense of focus and purpose. I am proud to be a competitive person. I am happy to celebrate being a competitive person.

I'm tired. My knee hurts. My hip hurts. But my @hellyhansen trainers match my nails and it's still all about these epic tights. #thisgirlcan
Because winning at matching your nails to your running kit is a thing right?

Day 10: After a pretty disastrous first session back to running club, it's back to the osteo today. Minor panic started to set in pre-appointment because 3 weeks before a marathon is a scary time to be getting injured. Luckily it's nothing serious- hurrah! Didn't stop the really very lovely Jenna from digging her evil little fingers into my calf muscles and jabbing me with acupuncture needles.

So 10 days in, 1/3 of the challenge complete and I still feel a bit like I failed before I even started. Having week one fall over a week of work and struggling with injury has really hindered a solid start. It's been a reminder that I don't like to fail and that, at times, I probably expect too much of a body I haven't looked after as well as I should have done in the early half of my twenties.

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