I'm having a serious motivation problem lately. Didn't even think about running yesterday, though we did go for an awesome hike. Today? Nothing. I actually forced myself to put my running clothes on and go outside and...nothing. Just didn't feel it. I walked down to the little park thinking if I got moving it might just happen but it did not just happen. Not at all. I forced myself to jog about a block, gave up and came home. I suck. I was pretty disgusted with myself, so I forced out an ab workout and some push ups, then totally negated any benefits I may have gotten from them by gulping down a beer and a few handfuls of potato chips.
I suck.
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Ehhhh it's Sunday. I use Sunday's for rest days 9 outta 10 times LOL
It's going around. seems like everyone is is the same funk right now. Don't sweat it.
I got in my 16 miler yesterday and celebrated with pinot noir and a Tasty Cake! :)
Sometimes it's just not there...I have driven to the gym( no lie) sat there for a few minutes and driven off. Only happened 1-2 times ever but still....
oh well.
You're going about this motivation thing all wrong, sister. Putting clothes on? Running clothes or not, this is just the exact opposite of what you should be doing.
What you need is a friend - best if it's a really good friend, I'm thinking - who can drive you however many miles you want to run AWAY from home. This trusted friend would then take EVERY stitch of your clothes - every single one - and kick you out of the car.
See where I'm going with this? INSTANT motivation! You'll run like you've never run before.
Works best in daylight; the more toward the busy part of the day the higher your motivation level will be.
Bonus motivation if you pick the kind of friend who would think it funny to lock you out of your apartment so that when you get there, your "motivation" might cause you to do a couple laps around the building looking for a means of ingress. (At this point you might want to yell and scream a bit to draw even more attention to yourself. It may not help, but it sure will supply more laughs for your "friend".)
There's a way to avoid that last part, of course. Most people's bodies offer at least two (sometimes more) orifices in which a spare house key might be ... er ... stowed. Whether you decide to take this precaution or not really depends on how much you trust that "friend". There are some people out there who might think the sight of someone trying to retrieve a key from "that special stowing place" would be worth having the sh*t kicked out of them by an angry runner who's just run X miles naked.
Or maybe XXX miles.
You should try this, sister. Bring your camera!
No fair whistling for Einstein so he, Faithful Steed That He Be, comes for you while you hide your shame behind a bush or something. That's cheating.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! The sight of me running naked down the street might encourage others to run, too! Run away from me, that is!
You live in SF and you forced yourself to put your running clothes on. Come on girl, live like the natives and sprint butt nekked around the block. You'd be surprised at the friends you'd make. :)
Be sure to get your Chaffee County S&R card before starting the Salida marathon, slacker.
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