I’m sitting here at my desk, on a gorgeous Friday afternoon, trying to talk myself into going for a run… I haven’t run since last Thursday.
I just haven’t been feeling up for it. First I was in a funk. Then I was sick. I’m still not feeling great (saddled with a head cold) but I’m sure I’m healthy enough to go for a run.
I just haven’t been in the mood, I guess you could say. I was in the habit, and now I’m out of the habit. Just like that.
So here I am. Thinking about it. Trying to talk myself into it. There’s nothing stopping me: The weather is perfect, I have time, my sports bra is clean.
And yet, I’m really struggling.
That bugs me a whole lot, too. I’ve had far too many posts in a row about struggling – and those posts were few and far between.
It occurs to me that it’s all about choices: I can choose to sit inside on my butt. I can choose to not take advantage of the unseasonably warm weather. I can choose to ignore the goals I’ve set for myself.
Or I can choose to lace up my sneaks, throw my hair back, and go for a freaking run already!
It shouldn’t be this difficult. I wish it wasn’t this difficult. But there it is. To run, or not to run? To work towards my goals and feel good about myself, or not?
Huh. When I put it that way, it doesn’t seem like much of a choice at all.
Here I go.
