…and it’s not the 7:42 to Reading.
Great news. I’m on the last week of the Couch to 5K program.
This week I will be running for 30 minutes without stopping. Admittedly, I’m not doing 5K yet but that will come!
Another good thing is that I’ve now started working two days a week at my favourite place and I love it.
I’m really getting back into studying my nutrition course and that’s going well. It’s getting to the fun part where I actually have to start doing advisory type assignments – doing meal plans etc…
As for the running I will be dropping down to twice a week but running for longer hopefully further. I will crack this 5K. I will however be supplementing all this busy-ness with a good long bike ride at the weekend. I’m at the stage now where I can’t not be active…
At least today I did break through that elusive 4km mark – even though it did involve 30 minutes of running + 10 minutes of walking. Still, considering 8 weeks ago I was struggling to run for 1 minute without my life flashing in front of my eyes, I think I’ve done quite well! And if I can do it, anyone can. I mean, seriously, anyone can!
I went to the doctors today… I can now drop down to 10 mg Citalopram every other day, which is wonderful. The biggest surprise was when she asked me if I minded there being another doctor in there. It was a doctor that was just coming back from maternity leave and was finding her feet again. Lo and behold it was the very same doctor that saw me when I had my breakdown last year. So we greeted each other, I asked her about the baby and my doctor commented that obviously when we knew each other.
Only the last time the newly returned doctor saw me, I was a crumbling scrap of barely-there humanity; less than half a knock away from ending it all. My doctor complimented me on my progress, saying that the reason I have made such a good recovery is that I’ve been proactive. I’ve sought help; I’ve had counselling; I’m doing the exercise.
I’m fighting back.
So to speak.
Apparently there is a trend among some people to be quite submissive (that’s not quite the word I want) to depression and that they do seek help but they take the tablets and accept that this is their fate. They are still feeling powerless and continue to take medication because they feel there is no other way out.
Actually that kind of sounds like depression itself to me but…
There is always a choice.
It can be done!