I think that sometimes I forget that I am not super hero material. Before we start making assumptions that I think I'm all that and a pack of crackers, hear me out.It's Sunday, I get to run the first long(ish) run (over four miles) since my 26.2. I should be OVER THE MOON. But, I am warm and comfortable and lacking motivation. I don't want to go. I want to sit in my chair, and drink my coffee, and watch crap television.
The little voice inside my brain begins to holler, well it starts as more of a whisper, "...get up, get.up., getupgetupgetup" I attempt to tune it out with multiple games of songpop, but to no avail. It starts again, "you need this. YOU. NEED. TO. RUN - I know you don't want to NOW, but in an hour - you'll be patting yourself on the back." I pretend I can't hear it - but it starts eating at me.
I always get so irritated when I lose my motivation. I feel as though I should be Super Runner Girl; the girl with a cape, and a theme song, who is always over-enthusiastic about running.
But today, I'm just Andrea and, while I eventually went running anyway (and was glad I did) I just wanted to sit in my chair. And you know what? I am okay with that.
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