I started 2015 with great ambitions. 7 weekly workouts. Minimum. Half Marathon in Feb, Olympic Triathlon in July. Full Marathon in October. I was reading, breathing, dreaming and fantasizing about running faster and longer, cycling faster and longer and swimming longer (I'm a crap swimmer, so never mind the speed!). Carefully analysing the output from Princess Charmin', smiling to myself if I'd spent more minutes exercising than the last week, or run more miles, etc.
Got to the HM in Feb and had a pretty crap run, but was very proud of getting through it. Gave myself a few days of rest afterwards. Few days turned into a week. Then two weeks away from home living in a hotel for work, with long hours and a bit of socialising in the bar after work instead of working out. By now it had become a habit to not exercise. I was upset with myself, and my waist line was increasing day by day so that the almost new suit suddenly didn't fit at all.
But whenever I told myself that I really ought to get back into the swing of things, back in the saddle for the weekly cycle tours, the 3 runs, the 3 swims, the measurebating, I lost the will to do anything and reached for the remote and another cake instead.
I think what happened to me was a "burn out". Too much obsession. Not enough enjoyment.
As of Monday I'm in non-obsessive mode. 3 or 4 workouts per week for the near future, I will probably skip the triathlon, and for now the important thing is to go out there and reacquaint myself with the joy of running (or cycling or swimming), rather than doing it for the joy of counting weekly miles or hours. Thanks for listening, and happy running