I'm back. And I have to admit, I did okay last week, but if I am completely honest, I was lazy last week. My head was not entirely in the game. Head said no when body said yes. But towards the end of the week, my body sent me clear signals that said GET OFF YOUR ASS. As in my last post, achy, restless legs will get you out the door for sure!!
This morning I beat the lazy voice. I talked myself into getting up and out the door. (By the way, how can you talk yourself into something? Is there more than one "you" in there? Why do we say this? Perhaps it is, as they say, the thought and the awareness of the thought. "You" are the awareness of the thought, not the thought. I don't know.) From there it is just putting one foot in front of the other and making an effort to consciously enjoy the morning, the air, the work of my legs, lungs and body. (Running is probably the only time that sweating does not bother me.)
At the start, I really felt like lead. Like my entire body was made of lead. I did not have nearly the same energy that I do running later in the day. But as a friend said, it's great to know that feeling is temporary - if you can wait a few minutes, it passes. And it always does. Especially if I can get my mind off of my body and thinking about something else - my schedule for the day, breakfast for the boys, the air, trees and scenery, whatever.
This morning there was this couple on the path who I see from time to time. Normally I would pass them going the opposite direction. Today we were headed the same way. They ended up stopping for some reason. As I passed them I had two thoughts. 1. Great. Now they will be watching me run - jiggly ass and all. 2. Why the hell is she wearing so much perfume to exercise? Oh the things you think on a run. Neither of those thoughts should have mattered. They are talking and I am not a big enough deal to watch run. They are busy with their own stuff. And who the hell am I to care who is wearing what amount of perfume. And in the long run it was no big deal. Run on. Shortly after that I decided to take a slightly longer way home, simply because it allowed me to run on a gravel path for part of the time. (I have found I really do like running on gravel better than pavement or asphalt or sidewalk.)
And I did it. Despite a slow start, a slow entire run, really, I finished the entire run, 2.28 miles, happily. It was not the easiest run in the world, but I am so much happier that I got out the door and back on track. "Back in the saddle again...." (you know you sang that) !!
This morning I beat the lazy voice. I talked myself into getting up and out the door. (By the way, how can you talk yourself into something? Is there more than one "you" in there? Why do we say this? Perhaps it is, as they say, the thought and the awareness of the thought. "You" are the awareness of the thought, not the thought. I don't know.) From there it is just putting one foot in front of the other and making an effort to consciously enjoy the morning, the air, the work of my legs, lungs and body. (Running is probably the only time that sweating does not bother me.)
At the start, I really felt like lead. Like my entire body was made of lead. I did not have nearly the same energy that I do running later in the day. But as a friend said, it's great to know that feeling is temporary - if you can wait a few minutes, it passes. And it always does. Especially if I can get my mind off of my body and thinking about something else - my schedule for the day, breakfast for the boys, the air, trees and scenery, whatever.
This morning there was this couple on the path who I see from time to time. Normally I would pass them going the opposite direction. Today we were headed the same way. They ended up stopping for some reason. As I passed them I had two thoughts. 1. Great. Now they will be watching me run - jiggly ass and all. 2. Why the hell is she wearing so much perfume to exercise? Oh the things you think on a run. Neither of those thoughts should have mattered. They are talking and I am not a big enough deal to watch run. They are busy with their own stuff. And who the hell am I to care who is wearing what amount of perfume. And in the long run it was no big deal. Run on. Shortly after that I decided to take a slightly longer way home, simply because it allowed me to run on a gravel path for part of the time. (I have found I really do like running on gravel better than pavement or asphalt or sidewalk.)
And I did it. Despite a slow start, a slow entire run, really, I finished the entire run, 2.28 miles, happily. It was not the easiest run in the world, but I am so much happier that I got out the door and back on track. "Back in the saddle again...." (you know you sang that) !!
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