So, yeah. I finished my 40 miles of running and then took a break. Recently I started again. I can’t say that I hate it, but I know I don’t love it. I don’t know that I’ll ever LOVE running. In fact, most days I have to convince myself to do it at all.
Lazy brain: Don’t feel like running
Goal driven brain: Do it!
Lazy brain: Nope, not going to!
Goal driven brain: C’mon just do 2 miles. You KNOW you can do 2 miles.
Lazy brain: Okay, but I get Lucky Charms tonight for a treat.
fast forward to mile 1.98
Lazy brain: Almost done! Yeah! Bring on the Lucky Charms!
Goal driven brain: Oh look, you’re at like 25 minutes, lets keep going to 30 minutes
Lazy brain: But whyyyyy? I want to stop. Let’s push the stop button together. It’ll be fun!
Goal driven brain: You stretched that whyyyyyy out long enough, we can count down the time left to 30 minutes in seconds. Ready? GO!
Lazy brain: But I don’t want to run for another 210 seconds.
Goal driven brain: Shut up and do it.
fast forward to 29:30 minutes in
Lazy brain: Whooohoooo! 30 more seconds
Goal driven brain: If I let you walk for 60 seconds do you think we can get to 3 miles?
Lazy brain: What? NOOOOO I don’t want to!
Goal driven brain: C’mon, it’ll be fun. Think of how good it’ll feel to put up another 3 miles and the satisfaction.
Lazy brain: I hate you
Goal driven brain: That means we’re doing it. Yay!
Lazy brain: Fine, but if Belly barfs it’s not my fault.
And that’s about how the conversation goes every time part of me wants to run more than 2 miles. Yes, my thoughts can be exhausting.