Just Done

Dirty dishes pile needing washing up. Household chore concept on white background

Some days it isn’t really motivation that gets you out the door as much as it is just kicking your own ass to get it done no matter what.  Today was one of those days.  I woosed out of 36 degrees this morning and opted for a Runch.  The time came and I was absolutely dreading it.  Not one bone in my body wanted to go for a run today and join my brain in the festivities.   My brain was the only logical section of me that wanted to go, probably because it would go against the routine to not do so on a day that all body parts had not agreed was a rest day.  I hated the thought of running today but knew when lunch came that I was going to kick my ass out into the cold and go because I’m not a quitter.  I am not a quitter and I don’t want those around me to think that I am either.  you can’t miss my workout bag.  It’s not like it’s black or a color that blends in….OH NO!  My bag is not only bright orange, it’s camo print bright orange so when I’m going for a workout at lunch everyone knows it when I walk in the door.  No getting out of the message I send when I get to work that I am determined and focused to work out.  There’s pressure that I intentionally put on myself there so that I don’t in fact wimp out.   I have once or twice wimped out and gone home to run or maybe once just not gone at all.  Rare is that day now. So I put my feet in motion, changed and practically launched myself outside into the crisp November air.  I can’t really complain because it’s warm for November.  46 is a gift and by far not the coldest I’ve ever run in.

Every step I take is begrudging to myself but I settle into what seems like a slow pace just to get it done.  I’m familiar with the road I’m on because I run it all the time at lunch.  It’s a busy road with a wide side lane that I usually can be found in.  Every step is a relief because I’m one step closer to being done.  That’s all I want today is to be done.  I get to the mile mark a half mile short of my turn around point and my Garmin tells me that I’m on my regular pace. Not quite 9:30 but not 10 either.  Not bad for a piss poor attitude on autopilot.  At the half way mark I don’t stop except to yank up my pants and turn around.  I’m not tired, I just don’t want to be out here.  At 2 miles I am still on a decent pace and happy to be on my way back nearly finished and when I’m done I stop my watch and give myself a mental pat on the back for not quitting or turning around before I was done.

Some days even when it’s respectable you just call it done and call it a day.  You won’t be into every workout every day and that’s ok but you need the self discipline to get it done on the days when you just feel blah or meh about a workout.   Some days you have to take a day off, some days you need to take on and some days you just want one.  Accept those days as part of the process of fitness but don’t let them be a regular distraction because that’s how we fall off the wagon and as we know, the wagon is a hard thing to get back on once we fall off.  So today is done and I’m happy.  Happy that I did it, happy I had the discipline to get out there even with a half hearted attitude.  Happy that I can say I did it.  Today is done and tomorrow is not yet written.  I’ll tackle tomorrow when it gets here, till then…

HAPPY RUNNING!

 

 

 

 

 

 

When Planning Doesn’t Work….Look On The Bright Side!

Quote-thing-work-outSome days are better than others.  On some days I have made the family lunches the night before, get up early to slap some kind of edible sustenance at my family calling it breakfast just so I can head out the door for a run.  I love morning running so if I have to stay up late to get morning prep done so I don’t miss a beat then it’s even better for me.  There are days when I’m full of energy and then as I wrote about a few days ago, there are lady issues that kick my ass.  They never used to when I was younger with less wrinkles, less fat and less kids but as I have gotten older I find that it tires me out quite a bit.  Some days because of obligations I have to run later in the day and some days I just plan to run after work.  Time is the variable that I have much control over when planning my “me time”.  Today for example I had nefarious (yes I just used that word to be funny even though it doesn’t have a funny meaning) plans.  I pushed my run out to lunch because I wanted to clean the kitchen and living room in order to have my kids take on a couple of big jobs that honestly I just haven’t had time to do.  A little bit of me doesn’t want to do them or I would have sucked it up and got it done already.  EXCUSES is all that is but it still needs to be done just the same.  The kids are home for the summer and only 2 of them work and part time at that so they can pitch in and help out.  After all they don’t pay rent and most of the time Mom the Maid takes care of most of it.

Anyway I figured if I clearly do my part they won’t mind doing theirs. So therein was my plan.  I got my running bag together, got myself ready for work, cleaned up what I wanted to clean and headed to work pretty happy with myself.  Then it happened!  As I am getting to my desk at work I realize that my bag is lighter than I think it should be.  Well that’s because it is!  My running shoes are still under my bed at home and my elation from getting so much done and planning so well fades to aggravation that now I will have to wait to run until I get home.  That’s ok I suppose because at the end of the day (apropos  pun intended) I will still get a run in even though it wasn’t where I wanted it to be in the day.  I suppose it’s summer and later in the day it won’t be so hot so it might be a better run anyway.  So what is the moral here?  Because there HAS to be a bright side moral in every story, I would say it is simply this:

Sometimes planning doesn’t work as well as we would like but if you roll with the changes, look on the bright side and make the best of it, it all works out.

HAPPY RUNNING!