Over recent weeks/months I have been extremely lax in my fitness routine. To the point that the routine is non-existent. Upon reflection this is disappointing as the routine was working. I was beginning to feel better about myself, was more relaxed, and was getting encouraging comments from others. Clearly the effects were obvious. Since falling off the fitness train I have noticed the bad habits and grumpiness return.
If I recall the fall from the fitness train occurred around Mothers Day when I had a terrible flu that had me bed-ridden for two days. After the main bug was gone I was left with a cough that would not quit and was keen to wait it out. I have then also had two trips to Melbourne. Whilst one of the trips was a personal trip and involved a lot of walking, it also involved a lot of drinking and eating out. The second trip was a business trip, and likewise involved eating out with little walking.
I have also been studying intensely in a vendor partners products at full steam and paid little attention to other endeavours, including my fitness. There is a need for this to ensure the company I work for is compliant with the partner agreement which requires four sales accreditations and two technical accreditations. The sales accreditations are done and dusted whereas the two technical accreditations are outstanding. The first technical exam though comes up in just under a week. I have also set myself an open-ended personal challenge to get a higher accreditation that requires 11 sub-accreditations split up into six sales and five technical. The six sales accreditations are done, they took a few hours each. One of the five technical accreditations is within the two for the partner agreement, the other four though will take longer and I have not set an end date for those.
All in all this threw me from the fitness train and smashed my motivation levels. Over recent weeks though I have heard the whistle in the distance. The motivations to get back on the fitness train has increased, as has the need to get out of the house. That drove me to the visit to the Killalea State Park last Saturday. I spent an hour walking in the fresh salty air and then a 500 metre x 60 degree hill climb to finish. Whilst the hill climb was short it was steep and after an hour of walking exposed my sad fitness state. Whilst I can’t go there daily I will be trying to make it regularly.
I will have to get back into the suburban walking on the days when I work from home. Tonight is the night to board the fitness train and get back into a routine.
