– Up at 7am put on the kettle for some much needed caffeine.
– Back upstairs to put on running gear. Bra, shorts, socks, shoes and pullover.
– Get the Little dressed, fed and out the door for school at 8am.
– Dogs fed, watered and tossed outside for their morning constitutional.
– Pre-run smoothie made, sit down to browse Bacefook, Twitter and CBC.ca while sipping.
– 9am grab some tunes, peek at my training schedule and hit the road/treadmill.
I am a routine person, the perfect sniper target. My mornings rarely take a detour. It’s who I am and it
sometimes occasionally usually drives the Mister crazy. Mess with my morning routine and my day is fucked. I will spend my day moving from one task to another, never really completing anything and leaving a larger mess in my wake.
My last two mornings have been fucked. By myself, no one else is responsible.
Yesterday I dressed in my running gear like any other day but did not run. I didn’t have the drive or the energy I usually do, my mojo was missing. Not sure where it went but it was definitely missing. You would think that the exertion of just putting on a running bra would be enough to get my ass into gear but it wasn’t. Today I have surfed the Bacefook, Twitter and CBC.ca, had my smoothie, watched two DVR’d episodes of CSI and I am still sitting here in my pj’s writing a blog post. Looks like my mojo is still misplaced.
It has gone astray.
I get that there are days when I won’t feel like running, I have had those days but ran anyway. When I did it wasn’t what I would call a good run however it was a run nonetheless so why I am in such a funk now? Why didn’t I run when I know I have a 10k race in less than 3 weeks? Why am I feeling the fear of a half marathon that isn’t until the spring of 2014? Have I bitten off more than I can chew?
I don’t know.
I have tried reading inspirational messages, blog posts, visualizing myself crossing that 10k finish line but so far nothing. I know it will come back to me, I love running and can’t see myself stopping. It’s something the Mister and I can talk excitedly about besides the kids/dogs/work/home. We had our first ever run together last weekend and it meant the world to me.
Even if I
whined griped trudged through an extra kilometer when the 6k we had in the training schedule turned into 7k because I am geographically illiterate and can’t read a map very well.
I love that we now have one more thing in common and it’s not about the kids. That’s hard to find when you have been with someone for 24 years and have fallen into a comfortable routine. Maybe I need to run with him more often. Maybe I need to find a morning running partner, someone I have committed my time to to keep me accountable. How do people keep themselves motivated when all they want to do is sit on the couch in their pj’s watching DVR’d episodes of CSI? Do you run with a partner or by yourself? What gets you out there for your run when all you want to do is pull the covers over your head and nap the afternoon away?
If you have the answer or think you have the answer please let me know. My brain and legs will thank you.