Serious question, and I am hoping someone out there has the answer.
Lately, my exercise levels have gone through the floor. There is a genuine lack of time reason for this, but there is also a genuine bout of laziness.
I’m not trying to make out that this is the first time this has happened to me. I definitely go through stages with exercise. But I recognise my weakness, so at any other time I make sure I enter an event to make me train:
I am reluctantly inclined to agree with my husband about the fact that I’m constantly fighting an overwhelming urge to do nothing.
That said, I am more stubborn than I am lazy, so if I get drunk and say I’ll run the London marathon, I’ll run the London marathon if it kills me (it nearly did).
And working on that basis, I have entered an event – or several – pretty much every year since I ran the marathon. Each year, I get out and train because I know I have to.
I can’t not finish the race, I can’t come last. And since meeting my husband, I absolutely can’t let him beat me.
But this year has been different. I’m finding it so difficult to fit in a reasonable amount of training that I’ve decided not to enter a race.
I couldn’t possibly do it and not do well. If I was miles slower than my best time, I’d probably never run again.
The only thing I have entered is a nine mile run in September that incorporates drinking wine. Obviously I need the drinking training more than I need the running training, so I’m focussing on that.
Which brings me back to my original question. When there’s nothing to train for, no race and nobody to beat, why don’t I want to just go out for a run?
I usually manage to get out once a week with a friend, but that should have been tonight. Both girls are ill and I’m snowed under with work, so I didn’t manage to run.
I was genuinely gutted to miss the run, but more because of the social aspect of running with my friend rather than for the sake of running.
In the absence of a proper run, I took the dogs for a run. Pluto was his usual self, sulking because of the rain, doing anything to persuade me to go home and finally resorting to limping so I cut the run short. He was fine as soon as we got back.
Bubbles on the other hand is a pleasure to run with. And when she’s been for a run, she’s also a pleasure around the house. When she hasn’t been for a run, she is a typical puppy with too much energy – hard work.
So I have resolved to get out for a run with bubbles every morning. Pluto would rather have a lie in.
And when I run, I love it. I genuinely enjoy being out there, I feel better and it sets me up for the day.
So why aren’t I skipping out of the door in the same way as I would if I was going to the pub?
Do you look forward to going out for a run, and if so, what’s the secret? I need to get my running mojo back, and the hardest part is getting out of the door.