Posted By Kristabella on June 12, 2012
I’ve fallen off the horse. The working out horse, that is.
I was doing so well. I was working out and running. I was exercising at least three days a week. And then life got busy. I was still aiming for 1-2 times a week, but even that seemed to be difficult. Right before my mud run, back at the end of May, I was maybe running one day a week.
And then there was the Mud Run. And I was so sore. And defeated that I didn’t actually do any running. I actually finally ran for the first time the Wednesday after that race. And it was good!
Then I left on vacation. And I’ve never worked out on vacation. I brought the stuff, but you know what is better than running on vacation? Not running on vacation.
Then my trip continued and I went to Seattle. I was supposed to go running with Chris, but was still drunk on Sunday morning. It was all fine and good because I had somehow sliced the top of my toe off.
I figured once my toe was better, I’d get back at it. And really, had I done something the week after getting back, it would have only been a week break.
My toe was better by last week. Not 100%, but capable of handling a workout. But that wasn’t enough to get me motivated. I missed running and working out, in theory, but not enough to actually do something about it.
I had a chat with a runner friend of mine two weekends back. She was all excited to hear about me taking up running. I mentioned it had been over a week and she said that sometimes we need a break. Forcing yourself to always do it will make you hate it.
I completely agreed with this. And I vowed to get back on the horse. I even signed up for a monthly unlimited pass at Bar Method. I’ve registered to go about 7 times and have made it to the studio exactly zero times since June 1.
This week I told myself. This week it was time to stop with the excuses. I have another mud run on July 1 and then a 5k on July 12. No more dicking around.
And here I sit, completely unmotivated to do anything. It makes no sense. I KNOW how much better I feel when I work out. I KNOW how good it is for me. I know, I know, I know.
I should do the reward system again, but I feel like even that isn’t enough motivation. To me, there isn’t anything I need/want that bad. And I’ll probably just end up buying it for myself when I want anyway.
But I’m not giving up. I’m going to be back on that stupid workout horse. I go to Toronto this weekend and when I get back, I’m going to have a renewed motivation. I’ve not only lost the mojo in working out, I have not been good about what I’m eating either. I get compliments on how I look and then I think I can have fried chicken and biscuits for dinner twice in one week.
I’m writing it down here because then I have to be accountable for it. I want all of you to MAKE me accountable for it. Force my ass back onto that horse!
Pretty please? With whipped cream and a cherry on top?
Mmmmm, ice cream sundae.
Edited to add: After writing this, I forced myself to go to the gym and it was good. I need to remember this the next time I don’t want to go.