I’ve probably said this 100 times. Motivation is hard to find. I am really good at setting a goal, sticking strong to it for a couple of weeks, and then tapering off, making excuses, and giving up or giving in. If you’ve been checking my daily workouts, you’ll see exactly that. I started off strong and lost it fast.
February started showing signs of spring and I got in a few runs outside, which make me totally happy. But the last couple of weeks have been cold again and I’ve been forced back to the gym, which I find depressing. I don’t push myself as hard in the gym as I do outside. So, I’ve made a lot of excuses to avoid running on the treadmill.
I’m really good at talking myself out of things. Really good. I can convince myself of anything if it means I get to take the easier road. I’m lazy. I had my first migraine a couple weeks ago–complete with shooting pain and blurred vision. Immediately following those three days, I had some sort of stomach bug. It was unpleasant. So, I didn’t work out for 5 days. And even though I wasn’t choosing to miss working out on those days, I felt like a failure. And so, halfway through the week I kinda of gave up. Stopped caring. Started eating crappy again.
But then my hubby came to the rescue. We went to the family cottage on the Potomac River for the weekend and brought our workout gear. If it weren’t for him, my shoes never would have made it out of my duffle bag. But on Saturday afternoon, on another unseasonable warm day, he convinced me to head out to the road. And he pushed me. I hadn’t yet run a mile straight (I usually have to stop to walk for a few seconds at about the half-mile mark), but he wouldn’t let me do that. And so, struggle as it was, I ran that mile straight. And then alternated jogging and walking for a second mile. I have him to thank for that.
The week after the cottage was another cold one. Having to work out in the gym is the quickest way to talk myself out of working out. I only worked out twice that week – and once was using the stationary bike. I pretty much just hate running on the treadmill. Luckily, this is what the weather looks like for the next 10 days. So I have no excuse not to work out. It’s been 32 days since I started tracking my workouts. I’ve had some sort of physical activity on 19 of those days. Even though I haven’t lost any weight, and as half hearted as I’ve felt about it, the fact that I worked out 19 days in the past month makes me feel pretty good. And the thing is, I don’t have to be perfect.
It’s okay if I don’t feel like running every day. It’s okay if I miss a day here and there. It’s okay if I just can’t muster the motivation to put my sneakers on. As long as that’s not happening every day. As long as I can motivate myself (or rely on the hubby to motivate me) most days, then I’m okay.
We leave for Europe in just over 5 weeks. And I’m signed up for a 5K in 4.5 weeks. I want to run the whole route, so I have to stay on top on my running. Ever since we finished the Daniel fast, DAB and I haven’t felt great. Our bodies obviously loved the way we were eating and so, at least until we leave for Europe, we’re doing a modified version of it by cutting out dairy, bread, and sugar. And I am going to do my best to run at least 1 mile every day. It takes me 13 minutes or less, so there’s really no reason I can’t fit that in every day. If I can only fit in that one mile, then that’s better than nothing. I didn’t really work out when we were doing the Daniel Fast before, and I haven’t been eating well during the past month of exercising. I’m looking forward to the results of doing both.
What are you doing to motivate yourself?