In case you hadn’t noticed: it’s officially Winter. That thin, preppie cardie you bought a month ago is now officially useless. Getting up in the mornings is less ‘let’s get the day started!’ and more ‘let’s rather hibernate’. Leaving the house, even just for a quick meal, now entails an extra hour of layering and an ‘it’s not so bad’ pep talk. And, to make matters worse, I spent one winter’s night in public trying to be good looking and clever and returned with nothing more than a wine-stained shirt and some disgusting, rare, possibly-deadly disease that involves a lot of leaking around the face area (other people say it’s a ‘cold’).

So, here is where the problem comes in: if I can’t even get motivated to wash my hair because it’s too cold (note to self: seriously, work that out) how on earth can I be expected to get motivated to do even the smallest bit of exercise? Because, right now, unless training involves lifting spoons of soup to my mouth in front of the heater, I’m not interested.
I don’t know when it happens, but at some point between the middle of April and the middle of May, all the plans for the year seem to fall into some black hole, never to be seen again. Or is it just me? If not, here’s what I propose: one week of damage control. I’ve decided to find those plans, hold them tight and rip them from that black hole like they’re the last pair of Prada sling-backs in Johannesburg.
I’m going to remind myself what I wanted to do and why. And then, I’m going to create the great Winter Training Chart of 2009, which will include all sorts of warm(ish) sessions that I can do between watching the new season of Dexter and having hot baths - things like swimming in the heated pool or going to 40-degree Bikram Yoga some more.
I’m giving myself one week to pull myself up, get over the ‘cold’, and accept winter and then it’s go time. Who’s with me? On the up side, a warm bed is extra-appealing after exercising in the cold, so I’m giving you full permission to buy a new duvet. Come to think of it, winter doesn’t look too bad after all.