“I give myself very good advice but I very seldom follow it. That explains the trouble that I’m always in” ~ Alice in Wonderland
42 days. In the same breath it feels like tomorrow and far away all at once. In 42 days I am running the Color Run in Baltimore and my goal is to run the whole thing. But in order to do that, I need to get serious. And lately, it doesn’t feel like I have been at all, at least not about running and exercise, or even my life in general.
I guess, in a way, you can say that I’ve been back sliding. The worst part is, I saw it coming and honestly did nothing to stop it. I KNOW what I am supposed to do in certain situations, yet I tend to make the complete opposite choice. I could have kept going, could have pushed through and gone running even on the days when I was tired, but I was preoccupied with other things. Things that were, frankly, not as important. I wish I knew why I did it. But I don’t, and I have to stop thinking that if I concentrate hard enough I can change the past.
It’s hard sometimes, to find that motivation that we seek to keep going. I look on Pinterest for a quote to get me going, or seek advice from friend. But sometimes it just doesn’t work. What I really need, sometimes, is someone to just tell me to stop looking behind, only look forward, and get off my ass and go. Sure I’ll be tired, sure it will hurt, but the way I’ll feel when I accomplish what I want will erase all of that immediately. For the past two weeks I haven’t run a lot because my foot hurts. But what happened to the weeks I was doing it before? I’m sure my foot hurt then as well, but why am I letting myself use it as an excuse now? I mean, really, if I look deep down inside, I know why. But frankly, I just don’t want to face it.
I’ve come so far, since January, since summer, that I don’t want to wind up back there again. And yet, I’m letting myself gradually slink and slide back that way? And for what? Why is this so hard? I guess, if it were easy, everyone would be doing it.
I wish I didn’t need to look outside of myself so often for some form of validation, but even at the ripe old age of 32, I still do. Hell, half the time I still feel like a teenager, worrying that everyone is starting at me, or talking about me, etc. I know even my friends judge, because I know I’m guilty of it too, which makes it so hard to just be ME sometimes. I think the saddest thing is that I know who I am , I really do, but I have yet to feel like I can be truly MYSELF around anyone.
This morning, I had this moment (more like 2 hours) of just pure bliss. As I was heading downtown with the sun shining, music blaring, windows down, I just felt sublimely happy; the way I was feeling a few weeks ago. I was heading to pick up my race packet for a 5K a friend and I are doing tomorrow and just thinking about doing the race made me happy. I don’t know what it is about running that is making me so euphoric, especially when I am basically just walking really fast (yup, I’m that slow), but why do I let myself get away from that feeling? Why do I let myself stop? Why I am looking for a quick burst of happiness from some other arena instead of concentrating on this?
This goes back to my previous post too, about the not half-assing my life anymore. I’ve looked up how to train, I’ve looked up what I need to do to help (not cure) my plantar fasciitis, but yet I don’t do it. Deep down, no matter what I do, I feel like I am still that lazy girl who wants to just sit in the comfy chair and daydream about things that will never be, plan – but not do, and basically take the easy way out. And the sad thing is that I am letting myself and letting the people around me let me do it!
I don’t want to be that girl anymore. I don’t want to be that girl from last winter who could barely climb a flight of stairs without feeling like I was going to die. I don’t want to be that girl from the spring that put work before herself and her family. I don’t want to be that girl from the summer who basically couldn’t think for herself and do what she knew needed to be done.
I know what I want to be. I just feel like I have no way to get there.