There are times that I just don’t want to do something. Maybe that something is important, maybe not. Maybe it’s something I think is stupid but I have to do, or maybe it’s my OCD kicking in. But no matter the reason, when I don’t want to do something but “need” to, I tend to hold a debate in my head between myself and myself.
It’s not that I’m lazy or hard to convince, I just have a tendency to talk to myself. This may be frightening to some, I don’t know, but I do it all of the time. I sometimes make “bets” with myself about things that are about to happen, and whichever side wins laughs at the other side. Sometimes I talk about how much I hate the song that is playing or talk about the person I just saw (whether good or bad) but my brain is always doing some sort of yacking.
Anyway, yesterday one of my many arguments was about running at the gym. Or my version of running. It’s not that I didn’t want to go to the gym, it’s that I just wanted to walk. I am still a bit sore and bruised from the Dirty Dash and I have another race this weekend so I don’t want to overdo it, but at the same time I need to get more and more used to running. There’s nothing wrong with running while a bit sore. You’ll feel better once you start going. You’ll regret it if you wimp out. These are the types of arguments I made. But no whatever arguments I used, they worked. I ran. I went from start to finish without stopping and am – once again – proud of myself.
And today… I’m still very sore. Let’s see which side wins this time.
Breakfast – Homemade egg McMuffin
Snack – Smoked turkey, BBQ pork, salad, vegetables, potatoes and some chocolate cake
Lunch – Zucchini bake
Dinner – Chicken tenders with fries
Dessert – Protein shake with Cracklin’ Oat Bran
An hour+ of walking at work
4.52 miles on the treadmill