It’s all a matter of priorities

Just found a bit of time to draw breath and write this blog entry.  Thursday I had an early start (leave home at 05:50 hours) to fly to
Germany with work.  After a pretty long day of presentations and new product reveals, I managed to get a stolen 20 minute swim in at the hotel before going out for a celebratory meal with 125 other people who work with me.  I got on the first bus back to the hotel and got in to bed just after midnight.  Up at 06.15 hours the next day and out for a 10 mile run along the bank of the river which runs through the heart of
Munich.  It was a bit windy but otherwise a lovely morning.  It’s strange to see lots of people cycling to work on the cycle paths, especially young women wearing skirts, some of which were quite short.  Still, it brightened up the run even more!


After my run, it was back to the hotel for shower, breakfast and check out and then the journey back to the
UK.  I am always amazed at how a short flight (100 minutes) actually takes hours in real time.  As well as getting to the airport there are the inevitable queues for check in, passport, security and then to get on the aircraft and exactly the reverse at the other end.  The upshot is the waste of many hours which could otherwise be used for other things (albeit I try to read on journeys as this cuts down wasted time).  However, once back in the
UK I had my annual review with my boss, which sets how much (or not) of a rise I get at the annual salary review.  Fortunately, all went well and I was marked where I hoped I would be.  That was the last one with my current manager as he has moved within the organisation and this year’s objectives will be set by someone else.


Going back to my run.  I had it planned in my schedule and didn’t want to miss it despite being abroad and having early mornings and long days, as well as being wined and dined.  As I mentioned earlier, I left the restaurant after the meal and a little social time at about 23.30 hours on the first bus, whilst many of my colleagues didn’t leave until 03.30 hours.  The two outcomes of that late night (or rather, early morning) for my colleagues are that many of them looked decidedly ill on the plane.  There was no way I wanted to feel that way.  One of my colleagues, who was going to run with me in
Germany, never made it to our prearranged rendezvous.  I guess after not returning to the hotel until after 03.30 hours it was never going to happen. 


It got me thinking, as I receive many comments about my training such as “why are you so obsessed?” and “why don’t you just have a bit of fun for a change and forget about the training?” to “it won’t matter if you miss a session” and they are all correct but as an individual I think one has to decided what and when things are important and after deciding your priorities, stick to your plan and not worry about other people’s perception of you.  I know I have to plan training in order to complete and compete in an Ironman race.  I also know that planning is not enough, the training hours have to be put in.  I also know that missing the odd session is inevitable and in the grand scheme of the plan won’t make a big difference.  However, I also know that there is a lot of determination and single mindedness required to ensure that only sessions are missed where it is impossible to fit them in or when it would be inappropriate to train.  Only the individual following the training plan can determine when not to train, as only they are aware of the consequences of missing sessions and how important training and competing is to them.  I find training for sport gives me real focus and drive and without it I become extremely irritable and difficult to live with.  The moral of the tale, you decide what is important and only let things get in your way when it suits you and missing the odd session isn’t the end of the world.


Whilst away, the pool saga continues.  The chap turned up to fit all the new kit but on inspecting the boiler has found some problems.  Ultimately, he was unable to get the pool up and running.  He may be back tomorrow (Sunday) to have another go at it (what a top bloke, working on a Sunday) and if successful will get the boiler working temporarily until he can sort it out properly in February after his holiday.  Of course the news was disappointing and of course to do it properly is going to cost more (much more) than originally quoted.  If anyone is thinking of having a pool fitted, let me know and I will let you have the details of our original installers and you will know to avoid them like the plague.


I must sign off now as I have helped Leigh prepare and cook dinner for my brother and sister-in-law who are visiting this afternoon and they should be arriving shortly and I need to do final prep stuff.


I’ll be back soon


2 responses to “It’s all a matter of priorities

  1. You are right about sticking to your priorities and knowing when you want to train and when you don’t. Choosing to run or not to run is always up to you – I always try to choose to run as you never know when you will lose that choice due to injury, illness, big work priorities or family commitments and be forced into missing a run.

    Also, it’s not every day you get to do a ten miler in Munich – I would take it if it was on offer!

  2. I prefered the (aerial) type face, much easier to read p’raps I getting old?!
    For me para 4 should have been at the top – but I can fully see why you started where you did. Interesting in a section entitled all a matter of priorities …. Ho Ho !
    It’s still good – keep going. Not only are you in training for the iron man, but your typing speeeeed mosstt beee improoveleyoh as wheel?

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