6 Months On

Earlier this week I went swimming for the first time in many, many months. And coming to the end of only my 6th length I was mentally despairing at the effort it was taking.

My arms and legs were lead, and although I wasn’t moving that slowly, to me it felt like a snails pace.

In my head I was thinking back to a year ago, when I would happily push out 50, 60, even 70 lengths, sometimes after a spin class or a gym session. A year ago, when I had just completed the half marathon and 26 obstacles of Tough Mudder.

I felt deflated. Continue reading “6 Months On”