Get Out There

I contemplated skipping my run this morning altogether to stay cocooned on the coach while sipping coffee and checking on my athletes. I still wore my comfy t-shirt and my loose running pants, and my hair was in a ponytail because I didn’t want to brush it. My alarm went off at the proper time, but I must have turned it off somehow, which is why I woke up at 8am, a full thirty minutes before I have to get the kid breakfast and out the door, a seemingly impossible task.  At 8:15, she was still in bed–awake, but still in bed with PJs on, teeth not brushed, and hair uncombed.

I look somewhat presentable when I walked up to her school in athletic wear and running shoes with GPS watch at the ready, so other parents think I’m motivated to exercise. Unless that’s their plan too, and my ruse it up. Probably. The wooly bear I found on the sidewalk predicts an extra cold winter with the thick bands of black stripes over orange, which means that it’s only going to get colder.

The wind occasionally gusted, and I knew while running that it would feel much colder than the 50 degrees on my weather app. I can always create more work to do–there are always training plans to write, websites to check, data to scrutinize. I really didn’t want to run. I wanted to sit and nap all day, but I walked upstairs despite protests from my brain, put on my running tights and long-sleeved shirt, and then I laced up my shoes. I was heading out the door.

The sky was a clear deep autumn blue as leaves rained down around me. I was running and part of the whole scene. And, I’m so glad I didn’t listen to my brain: being cocooned on the couch can wait until after the run.

Please leave a comment about a time you weren’t motivated to exercise and say what eventually got you out the door.