This morning was one of those mornings where I just didn’t want to get up early and go work out. These don’t happen often. Usually just on days ending in “y”. Actually, it’s been getting easier and easier to rise 90 minutes earlier to get the workout in. Except for this morning. mentally and physically I was just spent. Just one of those days. I don’t think it’s from doing too much physically. I’m just tired. Working a lot of hours lately and I just didn’t get a good night’s sleep last night. Not sleeping well is something that I really don’t normally have to worry about but I was having all these super weird dreams last night so when the alarm went off at 5:45, I immediately started a game of Alarm Tag. Now it wasn’t that long ago that Alarm Tag would last for like an hour. Not gonna lie but there are definitely days that it does. What made today different? I don’t really know. I think I was so sour from not sleeping well that I was just sick of my bullish*t. I thought “does sleeping an extra 9 minutes REALLY make a difference? get the f outta bed!” And you know what? I actually got out of bed! I got up, went to the bathroom and then sat on my bed staring into space. yeahhhhh…..some habits hard to break. When I really don’t want to work out (again, only days ending in “y” usually) I find all kinds of ways to procrastinate until the only option is to not work out because I wasted so much time that I have just enough time to shower and go to work. oopsy.
After staring for a few minutes and realizing I still had plenty of time, I checked my email. Nothing urgent so I went with the whole mental game of “just get dressed and then see how you feel” How I felt was sitting on my bed checking my
TMZ AP News app. Still had time so I did the “just put on your shoes” dance. Then I ever so slowly went out towards the door. Stood there holding my headphones and phone for a couple more minutes (with many dramatic sighs) and was like “ugh, I DON’T WANNA!”. I stepped outside and stood there for awhile watching the runners go by and played the always delightful game of “I’ll never look like that, why should I bother? what’s skipping one workout going to do?”. And then again, my BS detector went off and I (mentally) slapped myself around and headed out.
Funny thing about it this morning is I didn’t attempt to run at all. Not once. Just decided that I needed the mental break and took off walking. It was FANTASTIC! I actually really enjoyed myself. I love being up that time of day with just the other people getting a workout in and the
homeless people birds chirping. Even though it was mostly cloudy, the sun managed to peak out for a little while. I walked for a half an hour. I managed to procrastinate enough that 30 mins was all that I had time for. The whole thing left me happy and looking forward to run/walking tomorrow. Sometimes I just need to let myself off the hook.
This post goes out to the people that ask me where I find the motivation to even get out the door. The answer is that I have no idea. Some mornings it’s just about taking baby steps until you can get yourself going. and not letting your inner BS get the better of you. I’m not saying I don’t give in, but I try to focus on the days that I don’t!