And I promise you will feel so much better!
That’s what I was thinking when I was trying to convince myself to go to the gym. Weather and roads still a little unpredictable to run in the park. So, the gym it had to be.
Well, I was right of course. I did feel better.
It’s just getting dressed and getting out the door that’s the hardest part. Yes, I was not looking forward to running on the treadmill for the second time this week, but I have Kathy Lee and Hoda to thank for getting through the three miles today, and The Lone Ranger for getting me through the three miles on Monday.
This morning I just felt depressed – Brett left for work, I caught up on PLL, the sky was clouding over, my mind was cluttered with unimportant thoughts. I felt jumbled, lethargic and unmotivated. But I got my gym clothes on and headed down the street.
As I walked, my body felt slow, my mind still frazzled and scattered. I was contemplating my work out on the treadmill. Blech, the treadmill. Perhaps an inclined walk. Or should I run? But I was tired. But I was feeling slow. But but but.
Once on the treadmill, I just went for it. Told myself three miles and no less. If I run faster, it’ll be over faster. So I just did it. And I felt good after. It felt good to sweat. To watch some nonsense. I got over the jiggling earphones and just ran … and I’m so glad I did.
Confirmed once again. I love running. It’s my redemption.