A Day In The Life

I love keeping fit but sometimes the input of yummy food slightly overcomes the output of walks, jogs, crosstraining and well my favourite ..sex! So Feb sees me really trying to lose the pounds I’ve put on over the last few months.

Like the rest of my life there are always hilarious hurdles to overcome before a step forward takes place! Having joined a gym (called Parc) after two weeks I’m back up to continuous running for 30 minutes which I’m pretty happy with! (I’m sure the air conditioned running machine needs to take 50% of the kudos!). I get to Parc to discover for the second day running there is nowhere to park, how ironic! The original name of Farc they definitely should have gone with as that is how I am now feeling, very farked off! Having already received a $160 parking fine the previous week I decide to head to the beach for my run.

Whilst contemplating the fact that the gym has simply over sold memberships and wondering if I’ll get a refund I turn right crossing a highway and behind me is this huge Ute right on my ass. I pass to the middle reservation and along he comes on my left so I have no vision whatsoever! ‘You Ahole’ I shout from my window and stick two fingers up at him, (I haven’t felt such immediate anger for such a long time, even I am shocked by my behaviour). His eyes widen and as he passes he looks back and sticks one finger up at me. I’m livid! How dare he put my life in danger so that he could arrive 2 seconds earlier to his destination. The anger rising up, I realise I needed that run at the gym to get rid of my angst.

Arriving at the beach I look at the water and try to rid my self of the bad mood I have carried with me from Parc to parking. I haven’t really done a lot of running on the beach but I’m determined to make it to the rocks at the nudist end, I know it takes 25/30 minutes to walk so think it should be easy. I keep my eye on the horizon and off I go. Along the sand slipping all over the place, eventually after 13 long minutes the rocks are in sight and so is a man with a long t-shirt on, I know he has no undies on just by the way his legs are splayed apart. I don’t stare but catch a glimpse and say ‘good morning’.

I look at my phone to check the stopwatch and then back towards the beach huts that now look miles away! ‘Come on just get on with it!’ I think.

‘Great morning for a run!’ He says and I turn to see he is very full of himself indeed.

I stifle a laugh and start to run ‘Isn’t it beautiful!’ I say as I head back along the waters edge.

We all need to let go of something everyday isn’t it interesting how we all find different ways of doing it!

In Training

Training – Psychology

Ten years ago, I started a psychology degree at The University of East London; I didn’t exactly fall easily back into education, I was in training. Holding down a full-time job in the city at the same time wasn’t easy.  I seemed to spend most of my waking hours on the cramped London Underground scribbling down experimental ideas and endings of essays.  I did however fall in love with the work of Carl Gustav Jung.  In February this year when I found myself contemplating life and the universe I decided to get back to Jung.  Drawing on his teachings, I started my own individuation process and what came out of it was the beginning of a book. Characters that have obviously been living in my wildest imagination, I love spending time there so it’s not surprising I have made some friends along the way!

For those not familiar with Jung’s ‘individuation’ it is self-exploration.  Looking into your persona, your self, your ego and your shadow, don’t worry the shadow I’ll save for a rainy day!  Finding what lurks in your subconscious is not always pretty.  Paring back past the persona that I project into the world, I started to look behind my eyes at my self.  I needed to deal with some huge feelings of guilt and loneliness, love and hate, self-doubt, confidence and power.

Training – Body

Starting  a new fitness regime called Tough Training; exercise for me had always been about losing fat not building muscle.  I was drawn to the name because I knew I needed to be tough again. The advert of the muscly trainers was very impressive.  At the end of my first session I couldn’t believe how mentally exhausted I was after an amazingly physical workout.  After stumbling back to my car my face was still a shade of crimson.  I sat there looking down at my feet and could not remember which pedal was the accelerator and which was the break.  How can I forget something that I do everyday? Surely, this skill is ingrained in my sub-conscious, never mind my consciousness.  Then of course, I needed to decide which foot to use.  What a metaphor of my life, I had forgotten when to accelerate and when to slow down and even how to do it.  I then realised I had been driving an automatic car for nearly 2 years now.  Could the lack of physically changing gear be decreasing my mental ability to shift gear?

As the weeks went by and I delved deeper into my psyche I lifted weights heavier than I ever thought possible. Training was developing new skills to deal with my emotional state, not just my physical well-being.  I was learning when to reset, accelerate, focus, and recognising when to catch my breath. These invaluable tools were making me mentally not just physically stronger.

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