I have also been down on myself. I have not been sticking to ANY fitness routine that I pull together for myself. And at the same time I read all of the blogs about how much you all do and instead of inspiring me, I have just been beating myself up about what I am not doing.
One of the blogs I read anonymously is Little Miss Runnerpants. She recently did a post that I felt tapped into what I was feeling. The post is titled, how, just...How? She is much more accomplished than I, and my question is much more basic. I have no kids, good job(s), a supportive husband and good health...and I can not understand how you all do all that you do!
To put it bluntly I have been feeling sorry for myself...for no good reason.
And on top of that I have seen pictures of myself recently that I was not totally happy with. I did not feel that i looked "fat" just not the way that I wanted to look.
I have also been looking at other people a lot recently and wondering what they are thinking about me. Not healthy, I know.
I thought of Dr. Gregory and the speech that he gave me two years ago about not letting my health "slip" through the years. I think he must be watching over me, I think he tapped me on the shoulder once again.
I have allowed the excuses to creep in.
I am not a morning person. Ask anyone who knows me and they will tell you - don't bother me before I have had coffee and food. AND on top of that I might just be crabby until noon anyway.
When I worked at the Sports Barn I had to open, at 4am, a couple of times and I told myself I will NEVER work out this early.
Well, this morning I did!
I did not want to get up at 5:40am, I went anyway.
My hair looked a mess, I went anyway.
I did not have a knee brace for my left knee, I went anyway.
I could not find my ipod, I went anyway.
I got there and realized that I had not brought my watch or my HR monitor, I worked out anyway.
I could not believe how sloppy I looked, compared to everyone else, in my track pants and T Shirt, I worked out anyway.
People said Hi to me and I grunted out of disbelief that they were so cheerful this early in the morning, and I worked out anyway.
The other day Bullet wrote a post about That first 10 minutes. He talks about how difficult those first 10 minutes are for him and how, once he gets past those first 10 minutes he gets into a rhythm. Another post that I totally connect to.
I walked for 5 minutes to warm up.
I ran two minutes and I walked for three for 30 minutes.
I walked for 5 minutes to cool down.
I went for 2.6 miles
After the First 10 Minutes, I felt great!
And I realized that a morning workout is the perfect way to get my back in the groove. There is ONE excuse at 5:40 in the morning...Don't want to get out of bed. I can get over one excuse.
At 5:40 in the morning there are no meetings, no classes, no invites to go out to eat, no feelings of guilt for wanting to workout instead of cooking, no worries about the gym being too busy, and there is no way to be too tired from the day!
AND...I feel great. I feel better than I have in a while. I feel like I can go about my day without worrying about when and if I an going to work out? I can worry about when I might fit in a nap!
And the truth of the matter is that I have a great husband. Scott went to the gym by himself yesterday morning and, per my request, made sure my grumpy butt was out of bed to go this morning. So, shout out to the truest support system I have:
Now...if I can just get up tomorrow morning...just kidding, I'll let you know about tomorrow too!
It's time to make our move, I'm shakin off the rust
I've got my heart set on anywhere but here