Healthy Body, Healthy Relationship

I admit it. I am one of those freaks of nature that thrive on exercise. Hate me now. Cycling, ball sport, swimming, I enjoy all of it - the feeling of pushing my body to the max. But it doesn’t mean I don’t struggle with motivation from time to time. There are mornings that getting out of bed to hit the bike or tie up my runners is about as appealing as walking home in the rain because you have run out of petrol. There is no hour less that offers less motivation than 4 AM.

In a rude awakening to what was part of my New Years resolution I found myself facing this hour in a sleep-deprived haze a couple of weekends back.  The moment when the reality of taking on an enormous task hits you is never pleasant. That feeling of dread that slowly rises up from your stomach and threatens to disable every bone of ambition in your body. I had entered my first individual triathlon in two and a half years - Race Four of the QLD Gatorade Triathlon Series.