Missing: my motivation. Please call if found.
I’m not sure why, but getting out the door has been hard recently. It’s like, as soon as I pat myself on the back for grudgingly getting a workout done, it’s time for the next one.
For two weeks now, I’ve been planning and re-scheduling and re-planning and re-re-scheduling the same stupid track workout. I bagged on it twice last week and ran easy instead. Then I was going to to it yesterday, but decided to take a rest day instead.
Tonight, I was really-really-like-super-for-serious going to do it.
I kicked the cat off my lap, dragged myself out of my desk chair, grabbed my watch, and laced up my shoes. I tried to envision myself striding happily and gracefully around the track.
It seemed impossible.
In desperation, I brought in the good old ten minute rule.
“Look, self,” I told myself. “You may not be up for this track workout. But you are most certainly going to get out and do something.”
Okay, I thought. I can do something.
“Run for ten minutes, you lazy ass. Just ten minutes. If, at the end of those ten minutes, you still don’t want to run, you can stop. You can even walk home if you want. Ten minutes.”
Out I went, loping slowly along the first mile of my usual 5-7 mile route.
Minute one: “My arms feel heavy.”
Minute two: “My shoes are too tight.” [Brief pause to re-tie shoes]
Minute three: “Ugh, people standing outside a restaurant smoking.” [Cross to the other side of the street]
Minute four: “Is this a hill? I always thought this stretch was flat. Why does it feel like I’m running uphill?”
Minute five: “My shoes are too loose.” [Brief pause to re-tie shoes again.]
Minute six: “My shoes just plain suck.” [I was wearing a new/different brand and style. They’re probably fine, I was just in a mood.]
Minute seven: “My ponytail is too tight and my head itches.”
Minute eight: “Did I remember to lock the door?”
Minute nine: “Seriously, I don’t think I locked the door.”
Minute ten: “Eff this.”
I wish I could tell you a motivating and inspiring story about how, after ten minutes, I felt fantastic and went on to have a great run. Because that’s how the ten-minute rule works, right?
Usually. But today, I really did stop after ten minutes. I really just did not want to be running. I gave it a fair chance. And it still sucked.
Motivating tricks like this only work if you honor the failures as well as the successes. So I stopped my watch and had a nice walk home.
I think I need to shake things up, so tomorrow I’m going to get up “early” (for me) and run first thing in the morning.
Anyone want to meet me at the track? Because I still owe the running gods a speed workout.
And I’ve gotta thing I owe it to myself, too, at this point. I’ll keep trying. One of these days, it’ll happen.
If this post left you feeling disappointed and unmotivated – well, I don’t blame you. It was kind of a crappy post. Hopefully I’ll be back on the horse – er, magical rainbow unicorn – tomorrow. Until then, check me out elsewhere on the interwebs:
– Guest post over at InTheGym, in which I discuss underwear and beer. Doin’ mah blog proud!
– I’m now blogging for my racing team. Today we are discussing Ticks! Gross, but necessary.
That’s it for tonight. See ya tomorrow.