Since November I have only ran 3 or 4 times due to lack of motivation.Unfortunately, my husband passed away late October and he was the one who would encourage me to get out there and do it. I would come home from work and say 'I should go for a run really but....I'm too busy, it's too miserable out there, too cold, dinner needs cooking etc'. You get the drift. Mark would reply 'Julie, stop whining, get your lazy ar*** upstairs, get changed and go'. So after more mumbling and whinging I would do just that and go for a run. Of course I would come back feeling maybe not a million dollars but a good few thousand pounds at least. Always glad I'd made the effort (with a little encouragement of course) and feeling pleased with myself. I suppose it was a little unacknowledged game we played.
I tried the whining tactic with my son and all I got was a shrug of the shoulders and a 'don't go then'. That didn't work.
So today I woke up early, unintentionally and I thought I could go for a run now and not waste the day. I had a little tussle with the gremlins but I won and quite quickly as well. So, what I am trying to say is that I am hoping today has broken the barrier I have been facing and that I will run a bit more regular from now on. There's no doubt it makes you feel good, even if you are slow and puffy like me. Here's hoping...