I finally went running this afternoon. It’s only been two days, but it felt like longer. I promised myself that after this week, I will run more often. My promise alternated with feelings of “I never want to run again!” You’ll have that on occasion. The best thing to do, I’ve found, is to keep running as best you can. Sometimes that’s what you have to do when you’re making a blog post, too.
It was one of those days I spent reminding myself that I was going to run after work. I try to do this in hopes that I’ll just get home, get dressed and go before I have a chance to talk myself out of it. It didn’t work. I got home moaning that I did not want to run. I got dressed for it and got out of the house anyways. According to my thermostat, the temperature was 46 degrees. The last time I ran in 46 degree weather, I rethought my cut-off of 45 degrees for shorts and short-sleeves. I went upstairs to put on leggings. Then I got a hot flash and put on the knee-length shorts that were handily on the drying bars. I kept on the extra large short-sleeved t-shirt I had been wearing all day. A headband would cover my ears and/or absorb my forehead sweat.
Earlier today, I had occasion to ask if “slog” was really a word, as in, “I am just slogging through this day.” My co-workers said it was. I just now looked it up in my dictionary and, sure enough, it is. So there I was slogging through my run. That was OK, though, I told myself, it is all part of getting into shape. I distracted myself by noticing some flowers in somebody’s lawn. Very nice. The first one’s I’ve seen this year. Most of the snow and mud were gone from the sidewalk, so that was nice, too. I kept going as best as I could.
I said to myself that each step was a step was bringing me closer to my goals. Closer to my Boilermaker 15K goals. Closer to my weight-loss goals. Closer to the end of the run when I would have a nice glass of wine with my husband. Hey, you take what motivation you can and, you should pardon the expression, run with it.
It was really not a bad run, for being kind of a slog. I was happy with myself for doing it. I’m also happy I got a blog post written. Perhaps not as good of a blog post as others, but you’ll have that. For a Wuss-out Wednesday, it’ll do.