Bracing up for a Sunday run.
I am staring down the opposite of motivation – three hours and counting until I plan to gear up and head out for the 11-mile run I was supposed to complete two weeks ago.
The physical challenge is nothing compared to overcoming the giant, nebulous mental hurdle I’ve conjured up right in my way. Sure, it’s hot now. It’ll probably still be hot at 6 pm, though not quite as much as now. I’m not physically exhausted, my knees don’t hurt, and yet I am easily able to think myself into these conditions because the truth is that in my heart of hearts, I kind of don’t want to go.
I’m going to do it, because I paid to be in a half marathon and by George, I’m going to run that blasted 13.1 miles. I need to run this 11 so that I can run 12.5 miles two weeks from now and finish the half on 7/26.
That doesn’t make facing down my lack of motivation easier. In fact, its compulsory nature makes me feel more rebellious against it.
I’m going to now focus on trying to get to that euphoric state, the one that comes up about a half hour in. If I mentally ignore the part where I start the run and skip to the athletic bliss and then the satisfaction of completion…. well, that almost worked.
I have three hours to play mind tricks on myself. Here goes.
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