Kick-in-the-arsery

One of my bestie's had a Big Fat Go at me on Thursday morning.

She woke up a few hours earlier than she usually does and wrote an email to me about how crap I was being.

She had every right to. This friend of mine and her wonderful partner had been trying to get me fit. First few weeks was great guns, but then work starting making me tired, I had about three months worth of PMS, I chose social events over exercise and I became a cranky bastard.

My buddy listed the ways I'd been shit: leaving my trainers at work, grumbling about going to the gym, leaving a class half way through and generally being an unpleasant shithead.

My friend is amazing and selfless and always unfailingly honest. She's someone who doesn't ever say a word that isn't somehow truthful and wise. You know how selfless she is? One day we were on the treadmills together and I was stopping and starting, grumbling and moaning and I asked her what her fitness goals were. She told me they were to see me achieve mine. That's a brilliant friend.

I've never been one to respond to kick-up-the-arse criticism. Usually, it makes me rebel and keep doing whatever it is someone has criticised me for. This time, I can't do this. I love this friend of mine and want her to be happy with me again.

She's only mad with me because she was putting so much energy into helping me get healthy and I totally disrespected that.

So... since the email?

Every bit of exercise I've done, I've made sure I've loved it. In my runs I've been thinking about all the good it's doing, and in pump I added extra weights and revelled in the changes they're forcing my body into.

Today, I ran 5kms and really felt my love of running - like the other day. I kept a good pace, listened to some good stories from The Moth and stayed happy the whole time.

Hopefully my buddy will have faith in me again soon.