There are many of us full of good intentions to get to the
gym, rec center or trail, but we never make it. Our reasons are likely similar and
laden with “but”, “because”, or maybe even a blatant “can’t.” I’ve got 99
problems and motivation is one. I know my running shoes would work better on my
feet but somehow they stay in the closet. Mind you, I’ll get up at 6am for a
strength workout, but if I have to wake up early to run the snooze button wins…
every…single…time. I’m dumbfounded, as I
once found my runs therapeutic and now they feel like a chore. Perhaps it’s
because I’m not really training for a race. With three half marathons under my
belt, and possibly a full (possibly) next year, my legs have no reason to wake
before the sun. Even with a half
marathon relay on the horizon I have no desire to lace up. None, nada, zip, zero.
I’d rather watch political ads on repeat than do any kind of cardio. Well,
let’s not be dramatic. Then what’s my problem, you ask? To be honest, I don’t
know exactly, which bothers me. All I know is the fire in my belly has gone,
and took any muscle I had with it. Of course the first thing one does when this
happens is complain and then point a finger at anything other than themselves. The weather has been getting blamed for
years, as it’s the easiest target. Right behind it is time, never enough. I’m
blaming it on Oprah. Someone has to be at fault! Okay, okay, so it’s me.
Sigh.
What do I do first? Make a playlist of course! Music has
always driven me, some call it a crutch and I call those people buzz kills. I’m
all about that bass, no treble. A good
beat can push me an extra mile, thanks Timberlake, however, my jock jams are
not cutting it like in the past. Lift your jaw off the floor, I know, it’s
shocking. No boy band or girl group is doing the trick, no matter how catchy.
Now I’m concerned. With a furrowed brow I close my eyes to contemplate, but take
a nap instead. I wake up to furrow it some more in hopes it produces a
solution. All it does is leave me with a wrinkle I still can’t get rid of, double sigh.
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| Sometimes, you just need a kick in the ass to get moving. |
Now I’m back at square one, and God only knows I hate being
a square. My go-to methods have failed me and what’s worse is I’m kind of
starting not to care. For someone who writes on a fitness blog to inspire and
motivate I am now the walking definition of irony… almost. I haven’t completely
lost my drive. It’s there hidden underneath the cobwebs of boredom and
complacence. I still believe in a healthy lifestyle, it’s not like I’m eating
Wendy’s every day, though I never pass up a frosty. I have to find the “why” again, and I think
somehow, unconsciously, I let it go thinking I didn’t need it any more. But I
do. It’s what will get me out of bed or on the road. I’m still figuring it out
but while I do I hope this encourages you to find your reason, to embrace it, hug
it, and thank it. Then curse it later, while you’re sweating up a storm, then
love it again. It’ll change as we age, or as circumstances challenge us, and
that’s okay. Unlike Oprah I may not have my own Chai, or all the answers, but I
guess that’s the fun part.
Happy Sole Searching,
-Andrea
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