I'm going running tomorrow. I mean it. I am.
But I dread it. Part of it is just that it's hard. Part of it is that I have the association of running with childhood embarrassment and pain. (I learned that I could not win at running, so it was best not to try too hard. It's a lesson I've been trying to unlearn ever since.) Part of it is that I want to do more than I can. I guess expectation management would help.
After I go, however, I feel pretty good about myself. I feel glad that I did it. I feel glad that I care enough about myself to take care of myself. And I fantasize about being good at something that I dread to do.
So I'm going tomorrow morning, despite the dread.