New year but no new motivation.
I am in a downward spiral from my Ironman finish in July of last year. A mere shadow of what I once was. I haven't gained much weight, maybe 10 pounds over race day, but that is typical for me. It's my mind and spirit that are operating like a sloth right now.
It hasn't been a total shut the door on working out mind you. There have been "weekly" runs, usually 3+ miles for 25 to 30 minutes. That's once a week. And back when the ground was still visible (no snow) and the temp was bearable (above 30 degrees F), we were mountain biking every Saturday. But we are in a cold spell here in North Jersey and there has been snow on the ground since before Christmas and 20 degree days with wind chills below that. So, what's the point?
Every night I go to bed with the intention of waking up and hitting the treadmill in my basement for 30 minutes in the morning before work. (30 minutes is all I can stand before I go insane running in place). But, alas, I am "too tired" and unmotivated to follow through. Then there is my room in the basement where I usually set up my bike on the trainer. Unfortunately, we have been accumulating "junk" and there is no room in there to set the trainer up. One day I will straighten it up and make room but that day has not arrived. So, I tumble further down into this abyss of inactivity.
Three of my training buddies have signed up for a half IM in Connecticut in June but I have not. I've been to the website and it looks like a great race but I'm still standing on the sidelines. Besides how will I train for the swim? We put the Y membership on hold last August to save money. And it's too cold to swim outside.
Even writing this blog has become a chore. Here I sit on Saturday morning, in the basement, with the treadmill staring me down. I have to avoid eye contact with it when I go back upstairs. But I'm writing. My first post since November. Maybe this is the break I need to break out of this rut. No promises. We will just have to see.