First weeks are exhausting

This was primarily intended as a fitness blog, but I knew I’d want to step out of that every now and then – hence the name.  This has been my first week at my new job, and you know what?  Thursday hasn’t even started yet and I am utterly pooped.  Utterly.

I’m working as a Health Information Adviser for NHS Direct.  That is, if you ring up without any symptoms that need to be assessed and just need some information, it’ll be someone like me who rings you back, having done some research first.  Trouble is, before we get trained to do that, we have to learn how to answer the phones. OMG.

There’s SO MUCH to take in.  Yes it’s “just” a script, but it’s really not.  A good Health Adviser (phone-answering person) has to be pretty skilled at figuring out the correct questions to ask to get the caller to actually say what’s wrong, because a surprising number seem to ring in and say they’re a bit breathless when what they mean is they’ve got stabbing chest pains.  (Disclaimer: totally fictional scenario!!) A script can’t help you deal with that!  The HAs have to think sideways a lot of the time, and do it quickly too.

I get to spend a day answering the phones from a week on Friday.  Wish me luck, and if you need medical advice that day, do me a HUGE favour and ring your GP instead?!  😉


Comp-grade kettlebells

After stupidly long and drawn-out saga, the OH and I have finally taken delivery of two pairs of competition-grade kettlebells, aka professional grade bells.  That is, the type what are cast steel rather than iron, and every bell no matter the weight has exactly the same shape and size.

They’re so pretty!

OH has gotten straight into doing double jerks with his pair of 24kg bells.  I’ve been doing double swings with my 16kgs, and it is a whole other world!  The size of the bells means I have to radically alter my stance, i.e. stand about 2 feet wider than usual, and consequently lose a lot of power.  But it’s a great challenge,  and very satisfying to do something so different.

I’ve also been doing a few renegade rows, since I’ve never had a pair of bells stable enough before.  Wow.  And ouch.  No more needs to be said!

Rest is good for you

I’ve had a few weeks that were remarkably training-free.  It drove me nuts at the time, but the first session back was amazing.  I guess it’s true what I’ve always known but taken a bit of a “la-la-la, I’m not listening” approach towards; rest is good for you.

A couple of weeks ago I did something to my back.  To this day I’ve no idea what, as back injuries have a nasty habit of not making themselves known til a day or two afterwards, but it caused intense muscle pain in my lower back, just left of the spine.  Then, before it had even begun to heal I went off for a long weekend at my mum’s.  Note to self: 10 hours on a train with a bad back – bad idea.

But the end result was 10 days of total rest (not counting a couple of gentle walks on the beaches of the bonny Isle of Skye) and it did me the world of good.  My first session back I felt strong, loose, and energised.  Moral of the story – I must remember not to be afraid of rest, especially if it involves being well-fed by my mother, and long walks in the country 🙂