New Year, New Fitness Goals....

06/01/2016   |   Posted by jeremy

Today's Blog comes courtesy of Claire at Lucky saddle, you can find her at http://www.lucky-saddle.co.uk/

 

New Year, new fitness goals…

Happy New Year fellow cycling and fitness buddies! I hope you enjoyed the festive break, and ate and drank your weight in calories! Lucky Saddle had a very good go… probably a bit too good judging by the chubby cheeks…

So how many people made new fitness related resolutions, and are struggling to keep to them already? Come on, be honest??

Well, I will be honest, my ‘new year, new fitness resolution’was disastrous on the very first day. I had it planned, like every god damn year, to partake in the annual GAFIRS New Year’s Day swim at Stokes Bay, whereby a group of crazy people jump in the freezing Solent waters, in fancy dress or not, for fun, apparently.

I hadn’t told anyone I was doing it, so I didn’t let anyone down, apart from myself (which turns out to be the worst feeling).  I was going to head down there, with my cossie on under my layers, and my swimming cap in my pocket and just strip off and jump in the sea like a loon, in front of surprised family members. It was going to be thebrutal wake-up call I needed to kick-start the New Year, my healthiest and fittest one to date…

So, what happened??

I got a disease, that’s what happened. My beautiful, sharing, kissing little 13 month old baby gave me the most wonderful Christmas present.  Hand, Foot & Mouth disease.I know, I know, you are picturing those poor infected cows with their legs in the air being burnt in fields aren’t you?? Well, that was very nearly me.

It turns out, when you catch a virus from your child, they recover quicker than you, while you are left feeling like you are dying, just like a man with man flu. It also turns out, that it’s pretty rare for adults to catch this virus, especially TWICE (first bout in November last year), and for the symptoms to be worse for adults. What a Lucky saddle.

So Christmas and New Year passed in a daze of gin induced nights to try and mask the uncomfortable symptoms, ridiculously itchy hands (washing up with the scouring pad brought a moment of relief), tender and swollen feet, and worse of all, a pizza face. I didn’t leave the house in days…

I didn’t run, cycle, swim at any point during the holidays, the most exercise I got was hoovering up the cheese crusts and mince pie crumbs, the evidence of an over indulgent Christmas. Even Buster, aka death breath, our overweight Jack Russell couldn’t indulge any further and refused to offer his hoovering services. How rude.  

It was New Year’s Day when I came to the conclusion that making big resolutions might not always be the best way in conquering your health goals. Instead, I am a firm believer in making small changes to your lifestyle which are achievable, changes so small, you don’t really notice them.  

 

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