I confess. I’ve been naughty. My slippers have seen more action than my running shoes. Instead of my former schedule of five days running and two days off, I’ve done the opposite.
I wish I could blame it on pain and discomfort; on the physical difficulties of my recent surgery being much worse than I had anticipated. This is most certainly not the case though.
I have a list of excuses I could give for my butt being on the couch after work:
- My legs are stiff from standing on a concrete floor all day at work
- My sleep is out-of-whack and it is bringing on fatigue
- It’s dark
- I sneezed
- I have to go to the bathroom
- I have so much to do in anticipation of the Holidays
Are you accepting any of these? Yeah, neither am I. There is a counter argument to each of these:
- Actually working out my legs helps with stiffness
- My sleep would improve if I followed my former routine
- Um…I have a treadmill inside and this amazing technology known as street lights outside
- One sneeze does not mean illness (and running can even help with the sniffles!)
- Not running because I have to pee is just plain old ridiculous
- I work in a mall and have an hour lunch & really, 45 minutes of running and a quick shower only takes about an hour out of a 24 hour day
I could easily throw-up my hands and give-up. Seriously, I know I could talk myself out of getting back to running. My schedule is about to get much more complicated as we pursue IVF, and the regular appointments at a clinic that is quite a distance away and extended hours at work are giving me logistics based anxiety. But the answer to this is really to be more structured, to come up with a schedule, not just saying, “I can’t” and walking away.
If I were my husband, I would be really pissed off at me (I know I’m pretty mad at me). He assembled the treadmill and followed through with the holiday decorations, the LEAST I could do is use it more than twice.
[insert record scratching sound here] WOW, as I am typing this, a video of a cat using a treadmill with its owner just came on the t.v. Now I really should be ashamed of myself.
So the gift I should give myself is discipline. Some might think that sounds like getting a giant lump of coal, but I guess I’m trying to look at it from an adult perspective. When I was a kid, this stuff was really lame. My dad was in charge of filling stockings, and we would get candy and fun stuff, but there was always a toothbrush, and when we got older, a package of deodorant and razors were added. Those weren’t fun and exciting gifts, but they were things we needed. I know what I need in my stocking this year, I just gotta get off my butt to get it done.
How do you surmount the myriad excuses to not run? How do you get on track when all you want to do is kick back?