Unfinished business

Why losing my job is one of the best things that’s happened…

Four weeks ago. Four weeks ago, I walked through my front door, freshly revived from a sunny holiday in Devon, to a letter on my door mat. No doubt hastily shoved through the letter box a matter of hours earlier, it basically said; don’t come back into the office.

Was I shocked? Well yes, a just little bit. No warning, no meetings, no conversations. Nearly two years of hard work was ended by a piece of paper.

I spent the first few days determined but thinking that they’d made a mistake. That they’d write to me again to say there’s been an error. That they’d call me and apologise. Then I realised, that actually I was the one making a mistake.

I was making a mistake by assuming that they valued myself and my skills enough to have me back, let alone keep me. Any company willing to drop me at the push of a button without warning is certainly not worth dwelling on. I cannot focus on what’s behind me, when I need to forge on ahead into my future.

I had to make myself see this for the opportunity that it is. Not the time to ponder on the past or mope around the house, but the time to explore not just my employment options but myself too. I’ve applied to over two hundred jobs, sent my CV out to a variety of companies, attended 6 interviews and not yet got anywhere. Yet, despite the job hunting and the trekking into town, the extra time I’ve had has allowed me to put my thoughts into order, to rediscover forgotten things and enjoy new ones.

I guess what I really want to say, is if you’re out there and you’ve lost your job or something like that… Just breathe. Yes, you may need to look for jobs and opportunities, but use this opportunity to learn a little about yourself, to rediscover something old or learn something new.

I may have lost my job, but I’ve found a little of myself.

 

The match that lit the fire etc

Days 1, 2 and 3

I have been toying with blogging about my adventures leading up to the half marathon in April and beyond. As you can no doubt tell, I’ve decided to go ahead and here is runningbythemile.com (yay). I want to start from the beginning, so below is a “log” (I don’t know what to call it) of the first three days.

I won’t apologise for the (potential) length, just tell you to read it.

Read it.

Monday 9th January, 2017

It’s Monday, and it’s movie night. That means the Best Friends have been over to continue our current movie marathon (the Twilight series for everyone’s information, and for some reason it was all my idea). We are curled up, nibbles sprawled across the coffee table in front of us and the opening credits playing in the background of our conversation when A pauses the film and says, “Have I told you? I’ve signed up to do the Solihull half marathon.” “That’s mental. Why would you do that?” my brain shouted at me as the conversation continued. Then my mouth opens and out spouts, “I’ll do it with you.”

Fast forward to after the food (I made some breaded turkey) and the film, and I have officially signed myself up to run a half-marathon.

Tuesday 10th January, 2017

Today I woke up with a real feeling of purpose. There are decisions to be made, planning to be done.

My lunchtime was dedicated to researching and looking at various training plans. I didn’t want anything too “easy” so I have settled for a fourteen week plan that has a little bit each day, alternating running with cross training for five days and an endurance run at the weekend. Unfortunately, I don’t have fourteen weeks until the 2nd April, so I have jumped forwards a couple of weeks. I’m not going to lie, it’ll be tough, but I trust myself to know when I need to tone it down or have a rest day.

There was also an internal debate as to whether to join the gym or not. Being recently married, we are trying to save as much money as we can and I already pay for Weight Watchers and Karate lessons amongst other things. Decisions, decisions.

Today’s exercise was 35 minutes of cross-training, which I did on my exercise bike after watching Sunday’s episode of Sherlock with the Husband. I also discovered that if I move my bike to face the table, pile up three cushions and place my kindle on top, I can read while I’m at it.

Bonus, I also made my own muesli tonight and can’t wait to try it tomorrow.

Wednesday 11th January, 2017

I expected to feel a lot sorer today. 35 minutes is the longest I have cycled on my bike since I got it, but I only felt a little stiff when I woke up.

By lunchtime I had decided that I would cancel my Weight Watchers subscription and join the gym as I find that it’s currently a little to dark to go running on my own after work. I went for one final ‘pre-training’ weigh in though. Let’s just say that I’m about as heavy as I thought I was and heavier than I should be. I still plan to eat healthily though, so there will no doubt be recipes appearing on here from time to time.

Today’s training was 30 minutes of (lightly) jogging around the flat after attending a prayer meeting with the Husband. I even managed to put a clothes wash on at the same time.

Thankfully the neighbours below us usually have their TV volume up rather loud (soon enough I’ll be able to tell the day and time by what I hear).

That’s all for now.