2012 started off on a hugely positive note for me. I was coming off an incredible year of racing and looking forward to tackling longer distances to see where my new found speed would take me. I had a fantastic first half of the year, no doubt. PR's were set in the half, 30k, marathon and 5km distances. I won my age group at the Chilly Half and Toronto Women's Half, landed a 3rd place Masters finish at the Mississauga Marathon and actually managed an overall female win at the 5km that I did in June. But after that, I backed it off. I figured I needed some down time before I started training for NYCM. I started riding my bike more as I had planned to do some late season triathlons. Shortly after that, just as I started to get into really good shape, I strained my calf. This injury threw me for a loop. I took three weeks off running and missed two of the three August races I had signed up for. I was not a happy camper. That started the slow downward spiral. I did not approach the second half of the year with the same amount of gusto that I did the first. I bottomed out after running the Scotia Half but managed to bring myself back up just in time for NYCM. And then Sandy hit and the race got cancelled. I was bummed but not overly so at the time. When we got back from NYC, I was more than happy to take it easy. I started skipping my run group, and my weight workouts became inconsistent. I didn't want to push myself too much. I was becoming complacent. 3.5 weeks after we got back from New York, we were off traveling again. G had to go to Paris for work, so I tagged along. I had high hopes for working out while I was there but it seemed to be less of a priority once I actually got there. I only ran twice in the 8 days we were there. I let everything go while I was away. My normally fairly clean eating habits went right out the window. It's amazing how quickly my body changes when I don't take care of it. I came back from Paris feeling well rested but pretty gross. A week of eating pain au chocolat, bread, not a whole lot of veggies and drinking wine every day really took it's toll on me. I couldn't wait to get back to normal.
I think that was the kick in the pants that I needed. My body had taken the rest that it required. It was ready to get back to it. I was also mentally ready to get back into it. The switch had been flicked back to "ON". I started going out with my group again and after many "false starts" I finally started the New Rules of Lifting program I had intended on starting months ago. Sure I've lost some strength and some speed, but that can be re-gained. Losing the desire and enthusiasm is sometimes harder to get back. I've had a great week of training this week. I've felt more energized and invigorated than I have in a while. I had a great long run yesterday, I finally got my 100,000m swim cap and Boston training starts this week. Things are definitely looking up. Bring on 2013, I'm ready.