Today was a gorgeous day, especially for it being early spring in Colorado. It was close to 60 degrees, the sun was shining with white puffy clouds dotting the blue sky. What a perfect day for a run!
And yet there sat in my kitchen, looking out the window, not running.
Even though I’d been bitching about how boring the treadmill was and now there was a lovely day perfect for going outside, my brain would not kick into gear to make me go out.
Three hours of procrastination and talking myself out of going.
Three. Hours.
I finally chastised myself enough about how ridiculous I was being and changed into my running clothes, started up my apps, and headed out.
Not gonna lie, it felt great.
Time passes so much faster outside and it was refreshing having the sun on my face.
Granted, I had to walk after a few of the hills – especially the last one – but overall it was really lovely.
I was letting weird anxieties get the best of me. My brain went back to the “people will be watching me” Not even mocking me – but just seeing me run.
I told myself that it was going to suck, that I have lost all my training so far since I have been a slacker this winter. (I haven’t)
I was being pretty mean to myself. As usual, I let all the mean things I would never let someone say to another person flow in my own direction. How is it that we can be SO MEAN to ourselves? How is it that we can’t seem to give ourselves the same pep talk that we give to others?
This Sunday run rejuvenated me, reminded me how far I have come, and signaled that I most likely CAN run my 10k in a month or so – but I have to actually keep, you know, running.
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