I’ll be honest with you, I did not want to get out of bed this morning to go running. I know I need to put some extra training in because of all the 10km races coming up soon but that didn’t stop me from having that mental negotiation with myself as I lay snuggled up in bed.
My head told me:
- The cold front has arrived. You know you don’t like to run in the cold. I hate it!
- The wind is blowing. You hate the wind and this wind is icy. My worst!
- It’s Sunday. It’s the day of rest so turn over and go sleep. It sounded so good!
Somehow, I reasoned with myself that it was much warmer heading off to gym than it was being out on the roads, so off I went.
An hour later, driving home, I had the biggest smile on my face. Here’s what my heart told me:
- You did good. Sometimes I find myself training harder on the treadmill than what I do out on the road. And funny enough, I am able to run in under 8 mins /km on that “deathmill”
- The woman running on the treadmill next to me had a prosthetic leg. Nothing says be grateful you can run than seeing that
- Your body thanks you! I had that awesome red glowing face. I love that look!
I need to remind myself regularly that not once have I ever regretted running.
Earlier this week, I happened to find jasmine on my time trial route. What an awesome smell which always alerts me that Spring is finally on its way.
Thank goodness for changing seasons! Running is not for sissies (unless there’s a cold front, right?). Have a wonderful week!
I would not be lying to you if I said that I have not eaten bread since April. In fact, I haven’t eaten fluffy powdered Portuguese rolls, savoury rice, cheesy macaroni or roast potatoes either. Since deciding to adapt to a low carb high fat (#LCHF) diet, I have managed to stick to this way of eating and seen wonderful results. In fact, I hate calling it a diet because in my mind, it’s a way of life.
It was a comment from a colleague recently who said she doesn’t know of anyone with stronger willpower than me. It’s a fact that I can resist all the snacks at work, even to the point of taking my own lunchbox with me to conferences and workshops. But I do question this so-called ‘strong willpower’ when it comes to my running.
You see, I’m *that* runner that refuses to run when it’s too windy or raining. I’m the type of runner that delays getting out of the car in the icy cold winter to run a race. I’m one of those runners that has a mini mental breakdown when I get to the 14km mark of a half marathon because I doubt I’ll finish in time. In actual fact, my inner voice might be able to say no to a spaghetti bolognaise smothered in cheese but when it comes to running 5kms on a treadmill, it begs me to quit.
Why is it easier with eating right but when it comes to running, I allow my inner voice to weigh me down? Why can I not be more self-controlled when it comes to running?
I think it’s about time me and my little inner voice had a chat…