Okay, this is going to make me sound like a person I never knew I’d be, but I’m thinking of registering for the Ras al Kaimah half marathon. I just now sent the mister an email which said, ‘My love, shall we register for this?’ He will email back something along the lines of WTF, who are you and what have you done with my missus.
I have never been an athletic or even active person. I like to walk in the afternoons and once every ten years I join a netball team for a season, remember how short and uncoordinated I am and go back to walking.
But when we went to Abu Dhabi I did get into exercise. In the world I had found myself, it was something to do, and it became one of the few anchors in my life. The difference that exercise made to my mental health and overall wellbeing is reflected in the effort that the mister goes to to make sure that I can get to the gym wherever I want.
For the mister’s part, he’s spent his summer trying to achieve the superior level of fitness I had achieved before I left Abu Dhabi for the summer. He reports a decrease in both resting heart rate and waistline as well as stronger upper arms.
And me? After stopping in at Barcelona, then moving on to Adelaide to live a completely sedentary life fuelled by Cooper’s sparkling ale and the odd bottle from the cellar we no longer have, it is true I’m not in good shape right now, but I’ll be back in Abu Dhabi soon, and I don’t have a job to go back to (*sob*), so I’ll be back in the gym and I think I could get myself fit enough before February.
You know what’s stopping me? The running I’ve never done before, but also my deeply-held fear of becoming a cliche. Middle aged women running marathons they’ve never run before are cliches, aren’t they?
I’ve got a bit of time to think about. Registrations don’t close til October. If anyone wants to join me, you can stay with us if you like, and there’ll be room in the car for the trip to Ras al Kaimah.