In the past two months I have been sick for four weeks, collectively. I have torn a hamstring and struggled with my quads pulling into my knee – my abusive physio assures me that this is a reaction to my hamstring. This all came at the crucial stage where I should be training for a marathon later this year. I was also waiting on ethics clearance to start my master’s research – this only took four odd months.
There are few visible lights at the end of the winter tunnel when you can’t seem to get momentum with exercise and extra-murals. The sun rises late and sets early so time to frolic is limited, not to mention the cold.
Before this turns into a post dedicated to the moaning of a relatively privileged person, I want to point out a very interesting concept that has come to mind over the last bit – resilience. If I think about my grandfather’s generation, resilience was part and parcel, but now it seems to be hard to come by. We even offer resilience courses at work for the masses who are struggling to get through the day/week/year. I am learning that resilience is less about the destination, but rather around the road that gets you there. For me it’s about running for the sake of running and less about the marathon at the end of the year.
That being said, I am far from an expert and I too am working through my own personal shit. If you need someone to chat to, even if you don’t know me, I would be happy to chat.