Gumption
Yesterday a miracle happened. Burnt out on three hours of restless sleep the night before and generally whiny and bitter as usual I somehow found it in myself to go running. It was thanks in part to Mr. Belding, who was going to go out regardless of whether I did or not. We'd tried organizing a run over the weekend that didn't happen, and my attempt to force myself into a boot camp mentality failed miserably the first day.
Pretty much everything one would expect of me had happened as they would have expected it: Laziness, excuses, malaise, misery and complaining. I had no intentions of running last night. I was exhausted. But, I'd be damned if I'd miss a seventy degree afternoon and having a running partner guaranteed I wouldn't overexert myself.
It honestly felt awesome getting out there and moving. I'd been out once before this year, but this time felt like the first, best time. Belding is a good running partner too. He slows me down considerably (in a good way... otherwise I'd be running full force and out of energy in half the time). And, he likes listening to music so I can still get full use out of the new Shuffle I bought and the thrill of making playlists while at the same time reaping the benefits of a running partner.
He also commented on my apparent endurance, which made me feel even better about getting out there. He seemed shocked I'd only been out once before a few weeks back while he was struggling at points. I am always the first one to turn any success into an utter failure and lambaste myself and the efforts I make so it felt good to get positive feedback from an outside source.
He seems interested in setting up a routine for us to run a few times a week. Might just be the motivation I need to get things moving. Need to keep it up for a few weeks to develop the habit. Then, I need to stick with it without the damned excuses I always come up with. It'll be a real bitch with how things go at the new job... not knowing when I'll be working late or what not.
It's true what they say though... you regret not exercising more than you regret doing it.
Pretty much everything one would expect of me had happened as they would have expected it: Laziness, excuses, malaise, misery and complaining. I had no intentions of running last night. I was exhausted. But, I'd be damned if I'd miss a seventy degree afternoon and having a running partner guaranteed I wouldn't overexert myself.
It honestly felt awesome getting out there and moving. I'd been out once before this year, but this time felt like the first, best time. Belding is a good running partner too. He slows me down considerably (in a good way... otherwise I'd be running full force and out of energy in half the time). And, he likes listening to music so I can still get full use out of the new Shuffle I bought and the thrill of making playlists while at the same time reaping the benefits of a running partner.
He also commented on my apparent endurance, which made me feel even better about getting out there. He seemed shocked I'd only been out once before a few weeks back while he was struggling at points. I am always the first one to turn any success into an utter failure and lambaste myself and the efforts I make so it felt good to get positive feedback from an outside source.
He seems interested in setting up a routine for us to run a few times a week. Might just be the motivation I need to get things moving. Need to keep it up for a few weeks to develop the habit. Then, I need to stick with it without the damned excuses I always come up with. It'll be a real bitch with how things go at the new job... not knowing when I'll be working late or what not.
It's true what they say though... you regret not exercising more than you regret doing it.