My lack of regular updates recently perhaps reflects the lack of activity I’ve experienced in Marvel Loch over the last five days. Not much has happened. At all.
Monday night was thoroughly interesting and enjoyable as the weekly shift change brought a busy night to the pub with lots of laughter, some debaucherous behaviour and little bit of dancing on the bar, yet aside from this, it’s been extremely quiet on the excitement front. I don’t even have an juicy gossip for you…well…I do, but it’s totally NSFW.
As much as I’m not disliking my time in Marvel Loch, I’m three weeks into my eight week stint and the initial energy I felt when I first arrived is waning somewhat; I’ve even experienced a shift in mood. For some reason or other, and I’m not entirely sure why, I’ve become extremely lethargic and unmotivated in my efforts. I’m sleeping a lot more, I’m finding it increasingly more difficult to get out and about and explore, I’m definitely eating more than I should be and I’m declining to see any improvement in my fitness.
In fact, it’s my fitness I’m worried about more than anything. In my first week here I was running a healthy 8km a couple of times a week. Now, I’m lucky if I can complete 6km. And my desire to be up and partaking in a workout before breakfast has taken a back seat too. It’s definitely nothing to do with the weather, as we’ve seen a dramatic improvement in the temperature over the last week or so, which should’ve technically increased my motivation; and it’s not because my appetite remains healthy or because I feel I need to burn more calories; I guess I’m just in a bit of a rut.
Take today for example – I slept until 11am! The first time I’ve done that since being here. And I didn’t even go to bed late. It’s concerning me slightly. Where in the UK I was getting around six hours sleep a night and filing my days with work and exercise, I’m now taking more than nine hours sleep and not filling my days with, well, very much at all. The dramatic change in lifestyle could be a contributor to my low energy right now – the laidback sedentary approach affecting all areas – but I’m hoping it doesn’t affect my fitness levels and my overall desire to exercise much more than it already is.
With five weeks left to go, I’m praying my get up and go will return. I’m praying my vim and vigour will make a comeback. I’m praying I’ll be able to lay off the peanut m&ms long enough to not put on a stone in chocolate weight, and I’m praying that my passion and desire to be the fittest I can be, to get back in the gym and work my ass off will return, and come October, despite the heavy vodka consumption, I’ll be as healthy and determined as I was before I arrived.
Chasing Amy-Lou 