Today is a hard day. I just can't get motivated. What's a girl to do?
Warrior Dash is just a couple months away and I am NOWHERE near ready. Sitting here on my butt certainly isn't going to prepare me. And yet... here I sit.
It's been a busy weekend and I'm tired. I'm going to be pulling a 12-hour shift tomorrow and running won't be happening. Everything in my brain says to get my butt out there and run, but my body's just saying "Nope." And it's cold and grey outside. I want a toasty fire and cocoa.
Now this is the dilemma. Do I do what I need to do to reach my goals, or do I use the cavegirl cop-out and "listen to my body?" I mean, after all, Grokette would have stayed inside and napped by the toasty fire on a day like this, right? It wouldn't be such a dilemma if I had run at any time since Wednesday.
On the bright side my biggest concern is performance and not aesthetics. For once I'm wanting to run for the sake of getting better at it rather than shrinking my behind. The fact that I'm a piss-poor runner doesn't help at all. How did I go from being able to run for an hour to barely being able to pull a mile? It's frustrating and makes me just want to give up.
Ignorance is Bliss?
I thought maybe if I ate something my energy level would go up, and I'd find some motivation. Steak, sweet potato and some coffee with raw goat milk. It was delicious, but I'm still not raring to go. Instead I'm Netflixing.
Oh! Oh I think I feel something! Is that some motivation stirring? Maybe the coffee is working after all.
If it gets me out the door it'll be a miracle.
Edit: Apparently miracles do happen. I got out there and did it. I didn't die.
Celebrate the small victories.