So, due to the powers that be- the powers being the fact that I was up until almost 2am as well as the fact that when I did wake up it was near 30 degrees outside- I did not go running yesterday. Instead, I decided that my time would be better spent going to the mall, and then sampling apple and pumpkin pie. Ugh. Have I no resolve to do better?!
Running, like most other sports, is extremely unforgiving if you aren’t careful. Previously, I had mentioned how I became injured during a soccer game, which forced me to take a few weeks off. Now, in those few weeks, I probably could have done some sort of other exercise to keep myself going (such as abs or…something). But I didn’t. This is why it’s important to know your body. When I went to the doctor- or even before I went, one of my friends said, “You’re going to go there and he’s not going to tell you something you don’t already know…You’re knee is sprained and you need to just rest it, take some ibuprofen and ice it.” I knew this, and that is exactly what happened. But I needed to hear it confirmed from a professional-someone who went through years of medical school and passed difficult exams…someone who could tell me what the individual names were for all of my bones and had a “Dr.” before his name. Mostly, what I wanted to hear was that I would be ok- that my suspicions were confirmed but at the end of the day, it was no big deal. I think that’s what anyone wants.
So, now comes the problem I’ve been struggling with: how to get and keep myself motivated. in the past, I would get up at 5:30 in the morning before classes to go for runs- not because I wanted to though, but because I had to. I was an obligated to do so because I was a full scholarship athlete on a Division 1 cross-country team- a team that was ranked among the top 20 in the nation. Now, though- what is my motivation, other than to keep the flab & cellulite monsters away?
In a lot of ways, I equate fat with laziness because in my mind, it can be prevented with a healthy diet and a good dose of exercise. But lately, I haven’t been doing well at either. Each morning, it’s up to me to get up and go for a run no matter what the weather forecast is. The thing is, I still want running to be something that is fun; something that I enjoy. And in my eyes, if I have to force myself to do it, I slowly suck a little of that joy out each time; so, I continue to struggle. I keep having to remind myself that if running was easy, then everyone would do it. It all seems to boil down to discipline, which is what I am lacking right now.
If someone says, ‘Hey, I ran 100 miles this week. How far did you run?’ ignore him! What the hell difference does it make?…The magic is in the man, not the 100 miles.