The mission to increase activity, guided by my excellent physiotherapist, continues and is going rather well. I soon became bored of the ‘dancing on the spot for ten minutes’ routine and after my second appointment my instructions were amended to ‘at least twelve minutes, three times a day of whatever you like’. This resulted in some interesting breakthroughs, as noted in my exercise log:
Saturday 16th February: Determined to get some activity into the weekend I managed one of the most ambitious local walks of recent times. We parked in the multi-storey near the library, walked up to Hatters and had lunch. Keen to get away from the gangs of kids assembling around town, we went off in the other direction, over the river and down into the West Exe area which was a lot quieter. It was a good walk, and I enjoyed it.
Walking. I enjoyed walking. Not just ‘grinning and bearing it because it’s good for me’ but actually enjoying the fresh air, the surroundings and the company. I enjoyed it so much, in fact, that in spite of being ill the following day we went out and did it again:
Sunday 17th February: I set a timer at the start of our walk at the Halberton end of the canal. I managed half an hour.
Realising that I had managed a full day’s exercise requirements in one session, I began to wonder what else I would be capable of. And if walking was now a pleasure rather than a chore, how would I feel about the dreaded housework that had been piling up around me during my down time?
Wednesday 20th February: In lieu of a set of timed sessions I had a day of very energetic housework. I wanted to use my activity time on something productive and it paid off. The living room looks better than it has done in ages. Estimated activity time – 4 hours with regular breaks.
Thursday 21st February: Feeling spurred on by the work I had done the previous day, I decided to have another day of solid housework, this time tackling the bomb site that allegedly contained my kitchen. Another success. This time about 3 hours work in total.
That worked, then. But after two solid days of housework, could I sustain this? A ‘lazy day’ on Friday involved me dancing around our newly sorted living room and having my first go at the dreaded 30 Day Shred. Surely I’d gone too far at this point? There was no way I could remotely keep up with Jillian and her assistants? I’m probably heavier than the three of them put together. I watched Level 1 on YouTube and then decided to take the plunge and buy the thing. I didn’t know much about Jillian Michaels at the time – believe it or not I have never watched The Biggest Loser (nor do I ever intend to), but I gathered she has a reputation for being ‘tough’. And yes, she does come across a bit ‘drill sergeant’ in the Shred, but what she says makes sense:
“It’s not about perfect. It’s about effort. And when you bring that effort every single day, that’s where transformation happens. That’s how change occurs.”
Surely after this I would be diving into my bed, not to emerge for about a week? Nope, the following morning, there was another breakthrough:
Saturday 23rd February: Another barrier knocked down as I completed my first walk into Tiverton town centre for a long time. The walk there is 1.7km, and with the additional walking around the town I managed just short of 5km. In other words just short of one race for life.
Yes, the Race For Life. I’m doing the Race For Life on Sunday 30th June at Westpoint in Exeter. If I keep on working to the level I have been, it should be a walk in the park (literally). Support of all kinds would be much appreciated, and if you’d like to sponsor me, here’s my page on Justgiving.
Now, if you’ll excuse me I must go. I’ve been sitting on my arse for too long and I need to go out for a walk. Ta-ta for now.