A small epiphany
I was supposed to run 12 today and ended up with 10 and some change. I have a good excuse though. I passed this chick on the Monon and then she proceeded to try to pass me. I could hear her breathing behind me.
This made me mad and a good song came on, so I just started sprinting to show her I could run faster than her. Smart move, stupid. Anyway, I knew I was blowing my load, but who cares at this point. I needed to run a little faster anyway. So I walked the last mile and did some thinking.
There were a lot of old people walking on the trail. They didn't look like they were doing so hot... so I was wondering if I should offer to help them... or just stop and talk to them... if they wanted company. I didn't want to insult them, though. Every time I see a senior citizen, I try to picture myself at that age. This one couple was trying so hard just to walk. Complete with walker and wheelchair in tow. So I gave myself a break.
One lady in particular had picked a flower and was carrying it with her. I started wondering when my attitude towards running and exercising in general changed. It used to be something that I truly enjoyed. I did it because it made my whole body feel alive and gave me a sense of accomplishment. Sometimes I still feel like that, but lately I've been looking at running as something I have to do or, worse yet, a way of working off my diet. (Helllooooo, chocolate!) I think that this is why it's not fun anymore. It could be because I'm hating myself the whole time for having 5 pieces of candy and some of a huge iced cookie at work... More than likely it has something to do with the huge time committment and the physical pain.
My point in all of this is that I need to decide what my goal is with this exercising stuff. It should be fun. I shouldn't dread it (which most of the time, I don't, really). In order for me to continue, I have to stop feeling like I'm sacrificing something. So maybe the Mini is best for me. Or maybe I'll do this again next year. ;)
Distance: ~11 miles
This made me mad and a good song came on, so I just started sprinting to show her I could run faster than her. Smart move, stupid. Anyway, I knew I was blowing my load, but who cares at this point. I needed to run a little faster anyway. So I walked the last mile and did some thinking.
There were a lot of old people walking on the trail. They didn't look like they were doing so hot... so I was wondering if I should offer to help them... or just stop and talk to them... if they wanted company. I didn't want to insult them, though. Every time I see a senior citizen, I try to picture myself at that age. This one couple was trying so hard just to walk. Complete with walker and wheelchair in tow. So I gave myself a break.
One lady in particular had picked a flower and was carrying it with her. I started wondering when my attitude towards running and exercising in general changed. It used to be something that I truly enjoyed. I did it because it made my whole body feel alive and gave me a sense of accomplishment. Sometimes I still feel like that, but lately I've been looking at running as something I have to do or, worse yet, a way of working off my diet. (Helllooooo, chocolate!) I think that this is why it's not fun anymore. It could be because I'm hating myself the whole time for having 5 pieces of candy and some of a huge iced cookie at work... More than likely it has something to do with the huge time committment and the physical pain.
My point in all of this is that I need to decide what my goal is with this exercising stuff. It should be fun. I shouldn't dread it (which most of the time, I don't, really). In order for me to continue, I have to stop feeling like I'm sacrificing something. So maybe the Mini is best for me. Or maybe I'll do this again next year. ;)
Distance: ~11 miles
posted by Shelley @ 12:10 PM
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