2020 is an odd one. "Happy New Decade - this one's going to count!" I for one certainly had big plans. I had plans for starting up a business that would see me happily working through to retirement, I was writing a book, and I had big biking dreams. Yep - 2020 was the year that it was all going to start happening.
Unless you've had your head in a bucket of sand, there's no escaping the current global situation. From a sporting perspective, most of this year's events have either been cancelled or postponed. There's still no guarantee that even the postponed events or those scheduled for later in the year will go ahead since we just don't know how any easing of restrictions will take effect, and whether groups that are part of the sporting experience will be permitted to gather. Whether you are a follower or a participant in your chosen sport, this is an uncertain time and that IS a certainty! Now that's the gloomy news over, but I'm determined that this post today will be an upbeat and helpful one.
Hurrah, another weekend at home adapting to our new normal. On Saturday this meant that the Hubster whizzed around the house cleaning windows, dusting, clearing weeds from the garden, doing washing etc. Since it's not something he does much of normally, I kept out of his way. After three weeks of reduced exercise, and jumping on the scales to realise that I have gained 1/2 stone, I knew that I needed to pull my finger out and start recreating my daily exercise habit. One problem though is that I am now sharing the turbo trainer with the Hubster.
Humans were designed to be social animals, and so for some of us this lockdown has forced us to consider how we communicate with each other. For some of the introverts out there, a lockdown is quite good news. They no longer need to interact with people unless they want to. But for the rest of us, there is a very real risk of loneliness setting in. We thrive with human contact, and when we can't have adult conversations with people then it's hard.
Today my good habits didn't start well, and I went to work in my PJ's.
I promised myself that I wouldn't do this. I promised myself I would get dressed and maintain some semblance of normality. Day 1 of the second week and I already seem to have lost my sense of pride in my appearance, and the ability to get dressed in the morning. Tuesday I have promised myself I will do better.
I wonder how many other people have also let their good intentions slide after just a week.
With home now being where we work, rest and play we've found it important to create a break between the working week and the weekend so that all the days don't just merge into each other and create some kind of alternate Groundhog Day. So on Friday, work was shut down, the doors to the 'offices' were closed and we settled into our weekend routine. On Saturday I would normally go for a long bike ride and at this point in my training, most likely would have been riding for most of the weekend, and through the night. But, this is not a normal Saturday.......