Punch today in the face.

It happened…and it didn’t take long.  I missed a running day.  I swore to myself I would run every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday no matter what obstacle came up, but I failed. I made it 2 weeks before missing last Friday. I felt miserable all day at work knowing I had let myself and my family down.  Why should I even bother if I’m just going to break these promises?  Why should I raise standards for myself if I’m going to fall short of them?

How about I hole up for a few days and watch some terrible TV while binging a tin of stale taffy we got in Gatlinburg last year.

Might as well, cause this running thing is already a joke.

Don’t call the wambulence

I got over my pity party, because you know what…SHIT HAPPENS!  I have a 3 year old, a husband that travels every week for his job, and a full-time corporate gig.  I’m going to miss now and then.  When I do, I can’t afford to stay down.  This isn’t a game, it’s my life, and I am on this journey for myself and for my family.

I can hit my goal this week.

I know that. So, why am I already talking myself out of it?

I realized pretty quickly that running is 90% mental.  I can talk myself into (or out of) just about anything, so why do I keep talking myself out of things that are good for me?

This blog is my tool for accountability and motivation.  I think it is why I am not bailing this time, unlike every time before.

Under a blanket, with my taffy and TV, sounds pretty safe and way more comfortable than running intervals in 90 degree weather. The key is comparing how those things make you feel afterwards.

My gym bag is packed.  My playlist is set.  All I have to do is show up.

 

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