I promise not to continue more of my bitch fest from Saturday. It was a rough day, and as I said in the comments section to one very nice reader/commenter, it actually helped me get out of my funk enough to write some words, 1300 to be exact, even though I’m pretty sure they are all crap. I’m too afraid to read them and find out so I spent yesterday curled up on the couch watching football and talking smack to my brother who was my opponent in fantasy football (I have no idea if that is supposed to be capitalized so I’m guessing no, although I keep changing my mind even as I’m typing this). He ended up winning, so I felt like it was a huge waste of my day except for the fact that FOOTBALL! I know we’re all supposed to be writery nerd types here, but I do love me some football.
Anyway, as I mentioned in said bitchy post, I haven’t exercised in two weeks. Ugh! And now, it’s getting easier to tell myself all the reasons why I can’t or shouldn’t or just plain won’t. It’s freaking cold outside for one (I hate the treadmill with a passion, so that will not entice me to run no matter the weather outside). But honestly, it’s not THAT cold outside. It’s actually pretty nice weather, even though I can see it is snowing or has snowed in the mountains in the past 24 hours. I even went to the store on Friday and bought some cold weather running gear in an attempt to motivate the actual run, but it didn’t happen over the weekend. I am now sitting here at work giving myself all the excuses in the world why I can’t or shouldn’t run when I get home. Another excuse would be daylight savings time and the fact that I really don’t want to run in the dark. But again, they are all just excuses.
As I was thinking about all the reasons I
can’t don’t want to run tonight, I was reminded of an incident yesterday. I was taking out the trash in our townhouse community and my neighbor was out having a smoke. She has been the source of some “talk” from other neighbors, but she has always been nice to me, inviting my kids to her children’s birthday parties even though I have boys and her kids are girls and probably five or more years younger than my youngest. The only time she really bugged me was one day after a workout, she was standing in front of her door having a smoke with another neighbor. She had watched me pass by many nights after a run or a workout, but this time she asked me some questions – how much did I exercise, how far did I run. She said some snobby thing about how she hoped it was working out for me and that she would never do such a thing – all this while standing there blowing smoke into the nice fresh air and looking at me with some seriously judgemental eyes. So, yeah. That bugged me, but it wasn’t a big deal (probably because I was on a huge high from just finishing a workout; otherwise I might have said something nasty back, ’cause that’s how I roll).
Yesterday, I just happened to be wearing my lounging on the couch gear – leggings and a sweatshirt and she commented on how small I was when I passed her going back to my place. She said it must be all that running I was doing and “you’re probably as small as me now!” While that last part could probably be taken in a not-so-nice way, I’m going to stick with – someone noticed the work I’ve been doing and actually commented on it. That is some great motivation right there. I don’t want to lose all the hard work I put in over the summer, nor do I want to have to retrain my body to run the 5K times I’m running right now, or at least what I was doing before I took a two week hiatus. So, this is my written motivation to go out and run some miles when I get off work tonight.
Besides, my sister-in-law signed my ass up for a 5K on Thanksgiving Day and I’m not feeling the slightest bit prepared for it.
I hope you are all having more luck with your goals than I seem to be right now. But even if you’re not, let’s endeavor to be nice to ourselves and realize that life happens sometimes and it’s okay to let it go as long as it doesn’t become a permanent thing (unless, of course, that’s what you want).