…that’s what I have to remind myself. I hate how easy it is to fall out of a habit and how hard it is to get back into it. I’ve been telling myself for a couple of weeks now that I’m going to start running again. I have no excuse not to. The weather is gorgeous and we have a great running trail by our rental. I’m seriously lacking motivation.
One of the biggest issues I’m having is schedule. I’d love to be able to get up before work, knock a run out and be done for the day. That’s fine. For now. Then will come winter and it will be dark until almost 7 am. I’ve never been comfortable running in the dark, especially wearing headphones and I need my headphones when I run. Then there is the fact that I take an hour and a half lunch break. That worked really well for a while. I went to the gym over my lunch and had plenty of time to workout and get back to work. But, sharing the gym with undergraduates and meaty guys that think they’re BAMFs, got old real fast. I could run around the city, but it doesn’t take much to get into the wrong part of town. Not to mention stopping at crosswalks would drive me insane. Oh, and I’d probably never mind my way back to campus. To me, north is up.
I could talk your ear off forever for all of the reasons why I can’t make it work.
I have to face the fact that I’ve lost much of my endurance. I have to get tough and not get discouraged when my mile time is over a minute slower than it was. I have to remember that I can get back there, because I know the way.
This morning, I took my first step towards retraining myself. A measly 2 (okay, it was actually 1.8) mile run. And it was pitiful. But, I got through it. And I plan to get through it again on Saturday. And Sunday. And start working towards re-establishing a healthy habit that I know I’ve loved.