Hi everyone! Long time no post, hey?
So, as you may have guessed, 2018 didn’t quite go to plan. Technical issues and life complications were thrown my way so I had to shut down this blog down for a while. But I am making my return at last.
Not only have there been a few hurdles to my blogging but also to my training. 2018 was a year full of fitness firsts and goal wins, and I had hoped to continue 2019 in the same vein, but alas, injury struck. I saw in the year hardly able to walk due to a hip flexor strain on my already weakened right side, and it’s been a long road to recovery (in fact, it’s still not back to maximum use yet).
Not only have I been dealing with injury, but I have also moved house. This has been an exciting and positive step for me, living somewhere much more tranquil – the perfect setting for some blog writing so no excuses now! This did, however, come with one downside, that being I had to say goodbye to my amazing Zumba/BoxHIIT/Poundfit and Purestretch classes with Transforme in Reading. I loved my routine and had started to see some fantastic results in my coordination, fitness and core strength so it has been difficult to accept. But, as they say, when one door closes another one opens, and I have taken the decision to go back to strength training. The gym is small but with everything I need, and nowhere near as busy as the big chains I had used before which had put me off. I’ve had a couple of sessions with a personal trainer to create a programme and get me started, and after a cautious beginning with my injury I am now ready to really get going.
Basically, I am back at the beginning, which means this blog can follow my progress; my original intention anyway. I don’t want to be detached from the advice I share in a retrospective “my journey was so hard but look at me now” kind of way. I want to be experiencing the ugly, painful, less glamorous stuff and the journey it takes me on in real time. Restarting has reminded me just how hard it is to walk in a gym or class as a newbie. To have insecurities and self-doubt take over while you compare yourself to everyone else. I’ve battled with the inner “I can’t” voice a few times, but knowing how much I can achieve when I don’t listen to it has given me the motivation to overcome it and keep going. As I said in my original blog post (see link here), I really believe the mental limits we/society impose on us are far more detrimental than any physical ones we may have.
I also don’t want this to be all about me. I want to hear from you and the experiences you are going through. What has worked for you and what hasn’t. Navigating the sweaty realm of six-packed perfection known as the fitness industry is no easy feat on wobbly legs and bodies that don’t quite fit the mould, so we need to stick together and start claiming our space. Because contrary to what society would have us believe, you don’t need to be young, able-bodied or super fit to do sport or exercise. Do you have a body? Yes. Do you want to move it? Yes. Excellent, you’re in the club. (And if you’re not sure how to start now that you’re in, click here for a few things that have helped me begin my fitness journey, again and again.)
Remember: it’s not how many times you fall, but how many times you get back up. (And I should know, I fall A LOT.)