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Software and web developer, husband, father, cat wrangler, writer, runner, coffee drinker, retro video games player. Pizza solves most things.

I'm sitting at the desk in the junk room, listening to Sarah Bareilles. She has become a favourite for the quiet moments. It's Saturday afternoon – with one day left until I return to work. I'm quietly reading, writing, and noodling around the internet in search of rabbit holes.

My other half is preparing a “cream tea” in the kitchen – scones, cakes, tea, and so on. My first instinct when I realised she was washing a teapot and various cups and saucers was “great – that will be an hour of washing up then”.

I'm not sure if I've ever told the story about the disposable party plates, cups, and cutlery I saw in a discount store one time? I remarked that if we bought three or four boxes full, we could throw everything away after every meal, and not have to wash up for an entire year. For some reason my other half wasn't impressed.

I ordered a new Bullet Journal last night – to record happenings over the next year. I also ordered a couple of Filofax calendars, and some gel pens. I have no idea where all the damn pens go around here. When the new pens arrive, I'm going to hide them, and only leave one or two in the desk tidy – then hunt them down whenever any of the kids or my other half “borrow” them.

I thought about buying a new Moleskine notebook too – but have one already that is only half-full. To be honest, it's becoming increasingly rare that I write in a paper journal any more – I have this blog, I have Twitter, and of course the Bullet Journal – so it's a bit of overkill. There's only so much you can record, before you end up recording what you're recording – like I'm doing right now.

I have been wondering about resurrecting the podcast at some point. I talked to an old friend just before Christmas that is interested in doing an episode – talking about her journey on the internet. We'll see. If you're interested in telling your own story at some point, let me know.

It occurred to me yesterday that I've not really included myself in anything online for some time now. I've not stopped by and said “hi” to anybody in an instant message, or an email. Perhaps I should make that a weekly goal – to remember to be brave and step outside my fortress of solitude a little more often.

In chaotic times, putting one foot in front of the other is a remarkably reliable method of making progress.

At the beginning of a new year many people attempt to fashion some sort of order from the chaos of their lives — making promises to themselves they won't keep, and putting plans in place they won't follow.

By the end of January, people will have either forgotten entirely about their lofty goals or already labelled themselves failures. It's utter madness.

I'm going to propose a new plan — or rather, the absence of a plan. Over the past several years, particularly throughout 2020, I survived by putting one foot in front of the other and seeing where my feet take me. It turns out it's a remarkably reliable method of remaining upright, while many around you capsize, struggle, and flail.

Serendipity rules

While you might point a finger at me and mutter that having no plan, no goal, and no direction is awful, I might note that in the time you thought that I put another foot down, and made a little more progress. Of course, I have no idea where I'm headed, or when I might get there, but that's not the point.

How many times do we have to see the phrase “it's all about the journey” before we take notice?

Guilt is a good motivator

I would like to improve my fitness this year. To do that, I probably need to go running more often, eat more healthily, and drink a little less alcohol. You might argue that these are goals, not plans.

I'm not going to draw charts and graphs or tabulate distances, calories, weight, or anything else. I am going to plant a seed wrapped in guilt in the back of my mind. Every time I choose not to go for a run, or to eat a chocolate bar, or have a second glass of wine, I will know that my goal just got a little bit further away.

But don't you use a bullet journal?

I probably sound like a giant hypocrite at this point — because anybody that knows me, knows I use a bullet journal almost every day. Here's the thing though — there is no prescribed way that bullet journals (or any other notebook for that matter) have to be used. I tend to use my bullet journal as just that — a journal — a record of things that have happened. I don't use it to plan.

Throughout each day, I write down the things I'm doing. Sure, I might write down a few things on a morning that I need to do, but the nature of my life and work usually causes anything beyond the first hour of a day to devolve into chaos.

Forgetting to live

I think John Lennon coined the phrase “Life is what happens while you're making other plans”, and J K Rowling wrote “it doesn't do to dwell on dreams and forget to live”.

Both messages remind me of something a wonderful acquaintance from Austria once told me — “oh, you English — you have so many ways of saying things without saying them”.

Perhaps we avoid saying things to avoid confronting a simple truth — that we are often so consumed with what's happening next, that we forget to appreciate what's right in front of our nose.


Originally published at https://jonbeckett.com on January 2, 2021.

I'm sitting at the desk in the junk room, listening to Sarah Bareilles. She has become a favourite for the quiet moments. It's Saturday afternoon – with one day left until I return to work. I'm quietly reading, writing, and noodling around the internet in search of rabbit holes.

My other half is preparing a “cream tea” in the kitchen – scones, cakes, tea, and so on. My first instinct when I realised she was washing a teapot and various cups and saucers was “great – that will be an hour of washing up then”.

I'm not sure if I've ever told the story about the disposable party plates, cups, and cutlery I saw in a discount store one time? I remarked that if we bought three or four boxes full, we could throw everything away after every meal, and not have to wash up for an entire year. For some reason my other half wasn't impressed.

I ordered a new Bullet Journal last night – to record happenings over the next year. I also ordered a couple of Filofax calendars, and some gel pens. I have no idea where all the damn pens go around here. When the new pens arrive, I'm going to hide them, and only leave one or two in the desk tidy – then hunt them down whenever any of the kids or my other half “borrow” them.

I thought about buying a new Moleskine notebook too – but have one already that is only half-full. To be honest, it's becoming increasingly rare that I write in a paper journal any more – I have this blog, I have Twitter, and of course the Bullet Journal – so it's a bit of overkill. There's only so much you can record, before you end up recording what you're recording – like I'm doing right now.

I have been wondering about resurrecting the podcast at some point. I talked to an old friend just before Christmas that is interested in doing an episode – talking about her journey on the internet. We'll see. If you're interested in telling your own story at some point, let me know.

It occurred to me yesterday that I've not really included myself in anything online for some time now. I've not stopped by and said “hi” to anybody in an instant message, or an email. Perhaps I should make that a weekly goal – to remember to be brave and step outside my fortress of solitude a little more often.

How the “Couch to 5K” running programme has helped both mental and physical health during a year of lockdown

Late last year my 20-year-old daughter signed up to take part in a fitness programme called “Couch to 5K” — where a group of novice runners, many not having run since school, meet once a week and slowly work their way towards the unimaginable goal of running for five kilometres.

Somehow the organiser of this escapade — my other half — thought it might be a good idea if I did it too, and signed me up. I'm glad she did.

Although I had been a somewhat reluctant runner in the past, parenthood, work, and a thousand other excuses caused me to do very little physical exercise for the better part of twenty years. Sure, I cycled to work (or at least I did before COVID appeared), but cycling to work is more an exercise in strategic freewheeling than engaging in any sort of fitness programme.

I will admit that running was also attractive to me for more practical reasons — not only is it one of the least costly forms of exercise (my running shoes were the cheapest I could find at Amazon) — it's also one of the most accessible. You can literally scrape yourself out of bed, pull shorts and some running shoes on, step out of the door, and go.

Over the weeks taking part in the course and in the months that followed, I discovered several significant, tangible health benefits that not only helped me at home but also at work. It's perhaps worth mentioning that I began working from home in April of last year, and have been doing so ever since.

While it is tempting to roll out of bed, shuffle downstairs in my pyjamas, and switch the computer on to begin work, a voice in my head now reminds me how much better I will feel if I get off my backside.

To help others thinking about starting running, I have listed below a few of the benefits I have experienced during the last year — that have improved my “life in lockdown” the most markedly.


Stamina

Perhaps the most obvious benefit of running — your stamina will improve very quickly — mine did — which has a direct effect on how long you can concentrate during the day. Your brain uses far more energy than any other part of your body, so training your body to provide more energy is a simple enough “hack”.

Many people follow planned programmes when starting out, such as the “Couch to 5K” that I did. Although the first few runs may be a struggle, you will quickly see results, and the progress acts as a wonderful incentive to keep going.

Diet

Several years ago I read an observation from a fitness instructor that I've never forgotten. While commenting on their diet, they admitted that because of their job — and the amount of fuel their body needed to do that job — they got to almost eat whatever they wanted.

What does this mean for you and me? If you like the kinds of foods that weight-loss diets steer clear of — potatoes, bread, and pasta — you can start smiling, because they're back on the menu. All those carbohydrates are excellent fuel for running and help recovery too.

Skin

I have to admit this was a surprise when I started running and is somewhat counter-intuitive. You might think that sweating while working out will result in terrible skin — and you would be wrong. Working out actually releases dermcidin (I read about it) — an anti-microbial peptide. It means the more you sweat while working out, the more healthy your skin becomes. Who knew?

Blood Pressure

Another counter-intuitive one. You might think that running would increase your blood pressure, and you would be right — but over time, it lowers both your resting and active blood pressure. Of course, you need to start out slowly if your fitness level is low, but over time the results will be remarkable.

My mother-in-law has been a regular runner for many years and has to specifically mention it when visiting doctors to reassure worried looks when doing blood pressure tests.

Bones

A study in 2019 discovered that high impact exercise increases the presence of “bone formation markers” — signs that your bones are strengthening themselves. I suppose it makes sense if you think about it — in the same way that muscles tear down and re-build, bones do the same thing — just much more slowly.

Energy

If you're feeling down or fatigued for whatever reason, running is an excellent remedy. The physical exercise releases endorphins from your brain — the magical mood-altering chemicals that we interpret as pleasure and happiness. Sure, you might feel like hell while out running — especially during your first few runs — but the rush afterwards makes it more than worth it.

During the first runs I did with the “Couch to 5K” group, the minutes after the completion of each session were massively positive — with the entire group leaving with waves and smiles — no matter how tired they might have seemed minutes earlier.

Core Strength

Although subtle, running engages your mid-section and improves your core muscles — which naturally improves posture, and protects against the secondary effects of bad posture, such as headaches, and back-ache. You only have to talk to anybody that has experienced a bad back to know how debilitating it can be — both physically, and mentally.

Sleep

It stands to reason that if you burn your body's supply of fuel during the day, you will sleep better. Your body will crave sleep because it will need it to recover — especially in the early weeks. Your muscles and tendons will need time to repair and rebuild in-between runs — and sleep is the natural “system down” mechanism built into your body.

Laying off the coffee in the evening helps too — allowing your body to shut down, instead of hacking its chemistry to keep you awake for the movie, TV show, book, or video game you might have stayed up until 2am watching, reading, or playing.

Stress

While there is a mountain of anecdotal evidence regarding the stress-relieving symptoms of running — mostly tied to breathing and rhythm — there are some significant scientifically measurable effects too.

Strenuous physical exercise causes your body to reduce the production of hormones such as cortisol, which are commonly linked with stress. Combined with endorphin production, you can see how physical exercise can commonly unlock significant (positive) mood changes.

I would point towards my experiences running with a beginners group again — the difference in mood between those arriving for a training session, and those leaving only an hour later was often significant.

Self Esteem

No matter where you are in your running journey, the knowledge that you have done something positive about your health is powerful. You don't need to advertise it on social media, or any of the fitness tracking apps either — the knowledge that you are doing something for yourself will pay dividends. The first time you tell somebody you can't make it to somewhere because you're going for a run will be a proud moment.


I think one of the most significant barriers to starting out on my running journey was the fear that I would look bad — and while that fear kept me running during the early weeks, it rapidly gave way to the satisfaction that I was doing something to help myself, and that it was working. I was getting better at it, week on week.

It turns out progress is addictive.

I started to care less about what people might think, and more about what I was doing, and why. I would even go so far as saying the mental health benefits have been more significant than the physical benefits. I now look forward to the days I run, and miss it if I can't make it for whatever reason.

The clock is just ticking past 11am on New Years Day, and I'm still trying to wake up. I think we eventually went to bed some time after 2am. I hosted a quiz for friends on Zoom during the evening – and what started out as a 2 hour video call somehow turned into 6 hours, with friends dropping in along the way, playing games together, and eventually ringing in the New Year together.

We are so fortunate to know so many wonderful people. Even though there is talk about meeting up when the world returns to some kind of normal, the evening proved that we will still find ways to reach each other.

I think today may be a very quiet day.

It's interesting – sitting here, quietly writing this, and listening to the rest of the household slowly raise from their slumber. One of the kids just launched Alexa from the bath – shouting at her to play one of the London commercial radio stations. I imagine in about an hour one of the other kids will complain there is no hot water.

Anyway – I need to go find something to eat. I'm thinking some toast.

Happy New Year to you and yours, and fingers crossed for the year ahead.

The clock is just ticking past 11am on New Years Day, and I'm still trying to wake up. I think we eventually went to bed some time after 2am. I hosted a quiz for friends on Zoom during the evening – and what started out as a 2 hour video call somehow turned into 6 hours, with friends dropping in along the way, playing games together, and eventually ringing in the New Year together.

We are so fortunate to know so many wonderful people. Even though there is talk about meeting up when the world returns to some kind of normal, the evening proved that we will still find ways to reach each other.

I think today may be a very quiet day.

It's interesting – sitting here, quietly writing this, and listening to the rest of the household slowly raise from their slumber. One of the kids just launched Alexa from the bath – shouting at her to play one of the London commercial radio stations. I imagine in about an hour one of the other kids will complain there is no hot water.

Anyway – I need to go find something to eat. I'm thinking some toast.

Happy New Year to you and yours, and fingers crossed for the year ahead.