I don’t know why I said “Lovah”. That even annoys me a little bit. Oh well, the damage is done.
Anyway, I really do have a hot/cold relationship with running. I didn’t really realize it was a relationship until I read Kim’s guest post on How to Fall in Love with Running. Homegirl took the words right out of my mouth.
I thought I was over running for the time being, but then he totally came into the bar looking too good to resist. Or something like that. I’m not really good with metaphors. What I’m trying to say is: I actually ran last night. And liked it.
I know. I’m shocked, too. Was it fast? Not particularly. Was it fun? Yes, yes it was. I’m so calling him again.
One of Kim’s points was that if you’re in a tumultuous love affair with running, you should put an emphasis on enjoying yourself. I was head over heals for running before I got pregnant. I loved every single second. I even loved the terrible, disaster-type runs. I ate it all up. I think that trying to maintain the hot-n-heavy relationship throughout my pregnancy, though, is what signaled the end for us. It was uncomfortable. It was forced. I was sick of the man I had chosen for myself. My fitness husband, so to speak.
In January I made a goal for myself to run 1,000 miles this year. Yeah, that ain’t happening. I did run two half marathons (Amelia Island and Augusta) since declaring that goal. I even came in first place female in a very small local 5k. But I wasn’t truly enjoying myself. I was going through the motions because I considered myself a runner. A slow runner, but a runner nonetheless. I was putting pressure on myself to “perform” when I wasn’t willing to put in the work to get there. Like I mentioned yesterday, I hate training. It was a lose-lose situation.
I think the key for me now is to redefine my relationship with running. We’re just casually dating. We’re better that way. Last night I did one mile of sprints on the treadmill before I hopped off and essentially said “eff it”. I decided to go outside and just jog around the neighborhood. I ended up running over twice as far outside. Much better. Oh, and I want to see other people, too. Namely barre and piloxing. I kind of love them.
This morning, I went to barre and had a blast, per usual. When I left, I ended up being trapped by some workers. I mean, I like the gym and all, but I also want to get outta dodge when the class ends.
I realize this is the most ridiculous post of my life, but I really am being sincere when I say that I still love to run. I love going outside and running, with no expectations. I have a fun mud run coming up in a few months, but I might not sign up for a single other race this year. Then again, I might sign up for 50 different races. I really don’t know. And I kind of like it that way. Mysterious is good. I just want to have fun, dang it!
In other news, I love miniature things. Don’t try to tell me they aren’t a bargain, that they’re pretty pointless, and that I have all of the same things in regular size at home. Nope, don’t even try it. I love them.
I’m heading out of town soon, so I jumped at the chance to buy every single item on the travel-size shelf at Wal-Mart. Weeeeee! I’m almost as excited for these little beauties as I am for the actual trip. Just kidding. Nothing trumps my love for vacations.
Now I’m packing up and heading over to school to see my new classroom. Yep, for the third year in a row, I’m changing grades. This year will be PRE-K! I am honestly over the moon about this change, though. I know it’s going to be yet another transition, so it will come with its own hardships. However, I have always loved working with younger children, so I know this will be a great fit for me. I spent a few years working at a daycare and my internship was in kindergarten, so I feel like I’m going back where I belong. 🙂
See y’all later! Whatever workout you choose today, MAKE IT FUN. Period. No excuses. If you don’t want to work out, then don’t. Simple as that.