I’ve found very quickly, to fit anything that looks like actual training into the normal everyday busyness of life, you have to get creative.
I’ve got into an almost routine bike ride to and from work, although in deference to the wettest days, I still get the bus sometimes.
I’ve substituted some longer weekend runs, with hours trying to tame the wilder parts of our garden.
But this weekend there has been an exciting new development! It was a very mild winters day so I extricated Nyah from her Mum’s arms, bundled her up in all kinds of layers into her pram, and we went for a nice long walk through our local wilderness area.
We have been finding that Nyah is motion deactivated. So Nyah slept through most of the explore, (as you can see in the photo) but she did wake up in time for the last part along the beach headed home.
“I must look a weirdo” he said holding up his shorts at eye level.
“I just sat in dog poo”.
“Aww that’s shit mate” I managed to gasp, as I crested the top of the rise where I’d found this peculiar sight.
I continued on down the track the image of “the weirdo” – shorts off, in between two bushes, apparently trying to wipe off the offending dog poo on the scant bits of grass on the side of the track, burnt into my brain.
I was 7km into a 9km loop at dusk, without a torch. I reflected on who looked the more weird, and chuckled to myself.
Trying to cram a run in around normal work hours, in the winter time, often meant I was hitting the trails with those other fringes of society, that liked to hide their furtive activities in the semi darkness.
I had one such encounter on a recent morning, I’d taken the dog with me as I often do and coming to the end of the track I slowed to a walk to put the dog back on the leash.
Drawing level with the driver’s door of a parked car I’d presumed was empty. A light flared inside the car illuminating a hand holding a lighter under a glass pipe. As I continued on towards home, I kept one ear open for engines starting, or car doors opening. But the driver I believe was too intent on the hit he was getting to register, exactly how close this weirdo and his dog came to intruding on his morning time routine.
My ever convincing brother in law, Marcus, persuaded me that going for a run after work was a good idea. Running the two blocks to his place felt great. After saying hi to my sister and two nephews, the shoe laces were tightened and we were out the door. After another two blocks facing into a stiff head wind, I reduced to a walk. Great four blocks and I’m done!!
We continued on sometimes running me mostly just trying to breathe, Marcus bouncing along next to me telling me how good he felt because he had several runs under his belt this week already.
It shouldn’t hurt this much… I had run before – just keep going it will get better. It was just 25 minutes out and Marcus finally felt sorry for me. We walked the short way home along the beach.
Mulling over exactly how UN-fit I was, it was a bit of a rude epiphany.
In explaining how I got here I have to explain where we came from. So to keep it brief the last year or so reads a bit like this.
In 2013, Jules and I had moved back to New Plymouth to be near family. We had a number of other friends and family also with kids around town and felt it was the right place for us to focus on having a family. The job that I applied for was not “the career position”, but it did sound interesting, and Jules quickly found herself a role that she really enjoyed getting her teeth into.
In November 2014, the organisation I was working for announced that there was going to be an organisational realignment. This was about the time I started to explore other options.
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I got offered a job in Kapiti. The timing of the new job offer, when it came, couldn’t have been more like kismet. At exactly the same time, Jules found out she was expecting.
Shifting town was and is something I swear I’ll never do again. I started my new job end of May 2015. After finishing up her job and selling our house in New Plymouth, Jules moved down with Cat, Dog and Goldfish into our new house at the end of August.