A few years ago I was the *queen* of excuses.
“Everyone else just eats what they want. My body just sucks. Wahhh.”
“I can’t run. I have really short achilles. Waaahhh.”
“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t…”
This morning I had every single excuse to bail on my long run. Some of them were even legit.
I have a race tomorrow
Pretty legit reason right? Tomorrow, I’m running Pat’s run with some of my favorite ladies, and I really want to kick ass and run fast. Scheduling a long run the day before was not my brightest move, but there wasn’t really an other time.
My body feels…off.
I don’t know if that makes sense, but yesterday I woke up with every single muscle in my body feeling tired and sore. Chances are, that just means I’ve worked hard this week, but I just kinda felt like I needed a break, even though all I did yesterday was an easy bike ride.
But many of them were BS, and I knew it.
I have no one to go with.
Suck it up.
I’m tired.
Again, suck it up. Try not staying up til midnight all week when you know you have your alarm set for 6am.
I have a long day ahead of me.
Which will only seem longer if I spend the entire time regretting my laziness.
It’s 5:45am and already 70 degrees.
It will only get hotter later.
I’ve stopped for the bathroom 4 times in the last hour and my stomach is still tied in knots.
Okay, this was almost legit. I woke up with my stomach feeling off, and then proceeded to have the most unpleasant first hour of a run ever.
The first five miles of this run were ridiculously mentally challenging. I came back home after the first half a mile for a good 20 minutes (sorry, I’m trying to keep this not toooo descriptive) before heading back out, had to stop at Cindy and Jacob’s (because stopping at someone’s house and begging to use their bathroom because it’s an emergency isn’t at all embarrassing), then again not even half a mile later. I came up with every reason I should just go home, or ways I could cut my run short, or the minimum amount of mileage I was okay with for that day. The truth is, the minimum amount I was okay with, was the amount freaking scheduled.
11 miles done. No excuses.
The thing is, it came down to 2 things.
- This is my last long training run before Whiskey Row. As much as I want to keep up with Nicole tomorrow and run super fast, training for my half marathon is more important and has to come first. I’m feeling a little under trained. I took like a month off from long runs after the Lost Dutchman, and this is only my 3rd double digit run this training cycle.
- I needed to run for my sanity. That’s dramatic. But seriously. If I skipped on a planned workout, especially an important one, I would feel guilty and bad about myself. And maybe that’s not the world’s healthiest mindset. I can accept that. However, it’s where I personally am at right now, and I would rather feel good mentally.
All that being said, please know that if I felt injured or like running was really going to cause more harm than good, I wouldn’t have done it. Maybe I’m overly confident, but I feel like I know my body. I’m proud of myself for getting to the point where no excuse can bring me down, and knowing what I need in order to feel good. A lot has changed.
After my run, I was thrilled to be back at home and have some time to stretch everything out.
To the man who found my blog by searching "hot wife stretching legs", perhaps that lead you to something like this? I am very sweaty and I am stretching, but somehow I don't get the feeling this is quite what you were looking for....
Clementine is the best helper. If you need help stretching, or foam rolling, or licking sweat off your face, she is your girl.
And lastly, because I need some positive quote-age today, I leave you with this.
What excuses have you kicked to the curb lately?? What motivates you when your brain is full of reasons why not??
