It’s one of the biggest cliches in the world along with the “it’s not you, it’s me” but the whole “New Year, New Me” thing is something we see every single year, especially on social media. But this was it, it really had to be a new me. I needed to up the weight loss and get my life back.
So on the 1st of Jan I was at the gym first thing and I decided I was going to go on the treadmill. I would go easy as I struggle with walking anyway but I would just see how I get on.
1, 3, 5, 7 minutes in and I was exhausted. I’d hardly walked any distance but this was a lot harder than swimming. I was sweating like I’d ran a marathon. I felt good but at the same time, kind of embarrassed as the gym was busy and I assumed people would be looking and thinking “who’s that daft sod on the treadmill” again, I was dead wrong. One person came up and said “just last longer than the New Years resolutions and you’ll be sound mate” I went back to the pool and swam my lengths and went home. I told Newts I’d been on the treadmill. And that I was determined to keep at it.
The next day my ankles were in bits. It felt good going on the treadmill but my joints didn’t appreciate it. So it was back to swimming until I could cope with the walking again. About a week later I was back. This time the aim was to get to 10 mins and then try for further next time..
10 minutes done and to my amazement I’d walked nearly 1/3 of a mile. Now for a bloke that less than 12 months previously couldn’t walk more than 50 yards I was feeling pretty accomplished! But yet again my joints were not happy and I was unable to walk the following day.
Over the next few weeks I was trying to walk as often as I could. I managed to build up to half a mile in about 12 mins. Having to rest in between days so my ankles could heal. One morning I decided I was going to walk a mile, even if it took me an hour it would be done..
I started at a fairly slow place. Gradually picked it up. And I finally managed to get to a mile in 22:56 which is slow but it felt like I’d walked up Everest! I felt a sense of achievement. Not a massive one granted but still. I had decided that in 2017 I was going to lose 50kg. It was going to be a lot of hard work and determination, but not impossible if I keep on working hard. I took. A selfie in the mirror that New Years Day Morning, it would serve as a guide in some ways to see how much change there would be in the coming months.
Little did I know just how much change would happen and the strides I’d make.
Next time I’ll go into the first night out with a few of my mates in years, going to a boxing show and how I became a fully fledged member of the gymrat club..