I know I am not fat. I am six foot and 200 pounds. It is the heaviest I’ve been in a while. Back in 2012 when I was training for the Vitruvian triathlon I was training at around 180lb targeting 175lb race weight. I was subsequently involved in an accident where I was knocked of my bicycle by a lad in a Saxo. The weight went on over the next year as I stopped training. I stopped cycling because I had developed a fear. I couldn’t run, because my knees and ankles were screwed.
Four years on and I am now the king of procrastination. “looks like rain” “Can’t find my Garmin” and the classic “I’ll go this evening”
I am now paying the price for my relaxed approach to running and training. The weight gain has got to the point where it is no longer comfortable to train. This has been made more difficult too due to people commenting on my weight gain. It had never bothered me before. I went through my teenage years as the skinny black lad. “Are you an Ethiopian?” was a classic! Ant that was from my Aunts and Uncles! Once Beer, kebabs and being a professional chef took over, the weight started to go on. Once I became a father for the first time at 22 years old, the weight really went on. Around this time I hit 15 stone. I started playing football again. Running and generally being a bit more active. Years later I discovered running and triathlon. I was finally getting back to form.
Now in 2016. For the first time. My confidence has gone. I feel a slight paranoia about looking blobby when I run. When I get upset I eat badly. I drink more now than I ever did. I know I must change.
Question is, how?
By Brian Powlett
I'm an Ipswich JAFFA RC member who has been tapering since 2011. I race for fun, but rarely train. I'll pause to take a great selfie before I get that PB. Life's too short to run fast!