I wasn’t sure what to write about today, and honestly, I was contemplating not writing anything at all. But then I read Abby’s blog. It’s not a long, deep, mind blowing blog entry, but it makes you think (at least it made me think- which is hard in the morning).
I’ll give you all a second to read what she wrote.
Done? Good. Now bookmark her blog.
Reading those rules really did get me thinking about my own rule. I am by no means an athlete that works out 7 times a day, 7 days a week, but they’re also used to those workouts. They push their bodies to the extreme, just like I push my body to the extreme- except our extremes are different. It’s also a matter of pushing ourselves mentally, and sometimes that is way harder than the physical aspect.
I can run through pain and suffering, my brain is what always gets in my way. Sometimes the pain isn’t that bad, like, maybe I could finish, but then my brain jumps in and tells me if I keep going I’m going to die. Or it gives it’s two cents by saying I’ve already run x amount, so I’d be okay to go home and sit on the couch. Wrong. Usually when my brain decides to chime in I have two methods, if #1 doesn’t work, I jump to #2.
This was my fav. Obviously.
#1) Pretend I’m only in mile 3. Mile 3 is always my easiest mile, I’m not sure why but it’s nice, relaxing, wonderful. When things get hard, generally always around mile 8, I try to convince myself that I just started. This should work, right? 8 is no different than 3, except ya know…5 miles.
#2) This is my last resort method- reason I don’t do it first; it makes me look incredibly stupid. I smile. This is the “fake it till you make it” rule. If I smile, I can trick myself into being happy and enjoying the misery. The hard part with this is that once the smile is there, I have to smile for the remainder of the run. Maybe even sing a little, or force out a laugh. I look like a schizophrenic runner. But it works.
What do you do to push through the tough moments, days, years?
Just like every where else in the country, it is exceptionally HOT today. I’m going to come out and say it; I hate heat. Give me snow, ice, frostbite- keep the heat. I start sweating just thinking about working out in this. I’m a person who prefers to have a blanket covering me all the time, and a sweatshirt on. Running in the winter is ideal. Thankfully, I can’t work out right now, still got a few weeks left of being lazy, but I can tell you one thing- this heat better not keep up. This is the first time, in a long time, that I thought: I wish I had a gym membership.
I refuse to pay to workout. I feel like I torture myself enough without seeing money come out of my account every month. I also only know how to use two machines in the entire gym; treadmill and elliptical. Hate doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel about treadmill running, and the elliptical and I really don’t get along.
I guess I’m kind of stuck in a conundrum, pay to hurt or sweat to death. I’m pretty sure I’ll just sweat to death, but, what would you do?