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.
Good for you! Hope your run went well. I look at this whole diet/exercise thing as just putting one foot in front of the other - and keep moving in the right direction. Running is literally that philosophy encapsulated in an activity. I'm a walker, not a runner, but as I walk I keep that in mind. :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks for this! I actually made it out of the house this morning and walked. I couldn't find it in me to run, but I was moving, and I'm glad I did it.
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