Juneathon 1/30 – one hour from failure

Since I got a bit more of my bounce back, I have been excited about Juneathon. I wasn’t planning to run everyday, but thought that the threat of “I don’t want to, but I will because it’s Juneathon” might kick start my slightly wobbly alleged-marathon training. 

I was so excited, I also signed up for The Wildlife Trusts’ 30 Days Wild campaign. At 35, I was proper chuffed to get a WALLCHART (my phone actually autocaps that word because of my initial giddiness about it), some stickers and a badge. 

And then the day before June came, my rediscovered bounce disappeared into the sunset like a moody space hopper. I’m not too sure what happened to it, let’s call it a combination of self-doubt, tiredness and maternal guilt. Whatever it was, it left me with a deep feeling of meh towards most things, including all of these 30 day challenges I was supposed to be doing. 
The restorative post-work nap that I decided to sneak in turned into a deep two hour sleep and when I woke up, the wind was howling and the rain was pouring down. I haven’t run for a week because Mini-Ginge (who is basically a boy-shaped petridish of germs) had kindly shared his most recent cold with me and this has left me with a rattling cough that doesn’t seem to want to go anywhere. I might be making excuses, but it seemed like a daft idea to take my still not quite right chest out in the cold and wet. 

I really couldn’t be bothered. 

But I know that this lull won’t last a month, I want to shift it as soon as I can. And I knew that if I failed on day one, I would resent everyone else’s efforts and would feel twice as bad about myself. 

So I unrolled my yoga mat on the kitchen floor and in the ambient lighting of the cooker hood, I did a bit of a warm up, some sun salutations (the first time that I have ever remembered the sequence properly) and a quick relaxation listening to the rain coming down. 

Hopefully these will help bring some metaphorical and actual sunshine in the next few days. 

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2 thoughts on “Juneathon 1/30 – one hour from failure

  1. fitartist says:

    This is the kind of Juneathon day that sorts the wheat from the chaff, no matter where in the month it falls. You have proved you’re the swaying golden wheat, saluting the sun in the right order.

    Go Cassie!

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