Well, so much for making plans.
My last post was all about what I am going to do. I have big plans for running this year and I got off to a great start. I ran a great 16km on 2nd January and a nice 8km on the 4th.
I was feeling a bit tight but nothing unusual for the middle of the week after a long run.
On Thursday I was getting on my gear for another run and bent over to pull on my running tights and couldn’t get up. My back had gone. It was agony.
On Friday I couldn’t stand up but as the weekend progressed it loosened off a bit.
So, no long run this week and all of a sudden I’ve gone from feeling confident to worrying about how my back will cope with the big miles to come.
I’ve bought a foam roller, a gym ball and a Pilates band to get some serious stretching added to my training. I hope that helps.
What it did remind me was that often we make plans and the wheels fall off. That’s when we give up.
It wasn’t meant to be.
It’s too hard to get back into it.
I don’t know how to fix it.
I’ll never catch up.
I led worship on Sunday and the text was the baptism of Jesus. A new start. And he was 30.
Today I stood up without swearing. That’s progress.
So I’ll get fixed up and get back on the road. A new start isn’t a one time only thing. Every day offers the chance to start again. My resolutions stand. They will just be a little harder to achieve… but that’s ok.