Last Wednesday I did a midweek run of 8 miles. I did not want to do it. I did not enjoy it. I endured every Minute wishing that I could get it over with soon so I could go home and plonk by bum back on the sofa. The important thing is though that I did it. I actually wrote a pros and cons list of whether I should run or not. I had virtually no cons on the list. The best I could come up with was that I had an hour or so longer to sit on the sofa and watch TV. I was so disgusted at how pathetic that sounded that it galvanised me into action.
Afterwards I though I'd feel pleased that I had triumphed over Lazy Brain, increased my fitness, and got another entry to write up in my blog. Funnily enough, I wasn't. I didn't regret going for the run or anything. I'd just hated every minute and was glad that it was over.
It can't just be me that has runs like that? Please mojo fairy, would you mind sending some enthusiasm and get-up-and-go my way? It would be much appreciated. Thank you.
Afterwards I though I'd feel pleased that I had triumphed over Lazy Brain, increased my fitness, and got another entry to write up in my blog. Funnily enough, I wasn't. I didn't regret going for the run or anything. I'd just hated every minute and was glad that it was over.
It can't just be me that has runs like that? Please mojo fairy, would you mind sending some enthusiasm and get-up-and-go my way? It would be much appreciated. Thank you.
