This morning I started writing a post about how I was such a California girl. For me that means basically a weather wimp. I don’t like being cold, and with every intention to go for a long run today when I woke up, that plan went down the drain once I saw it was “raining” outside. Here in Southern California, we freak out if it starts drizzling, and that was reason enough for me to put off my run.
As I sat and typed about how the sky was grey outside of my freshly cleaned windows, I came to the realization that something was happening. I was all snuggled up on my couch by myself with a nice warm coffee in hand. I was enjoying my time partly online shopping and partly writing. I didn’t need to run today. I was just fine spending my cloudy and drizzly morning in this manner. Then my computer automatically turned off. I grabbed my coffee, it was ice-cold. I was too warm to sit and be snuggly. I knew what was happening, and I tried to push it away.
I got up and went outside and realized that it wasn’t cold, and it wasn’t raining. It was perfect. Perfect running weather.
I tried to erase those thoughts from my mind and got busy tidying up the place. After about 2 hours of doing olds and ends in the house, it hit me again.
Run. I finished my homework yesterday, and really had nothing to do.
As much as I didn’t want to agree with myself, it was inevitable. I was hit in the face with two things, lame excuses and motivation. I had a little over an hour to get a run in. Afterwards my time would be filled with family, soccer games, dinner, softball games, and Christmas tree decorating among whatever other things could spring up between 1pm and bedtime.
I have been looking and waiting for my friend motivation to show up again on my doorstep. My friend arrived and I tried to push him away. Well, he won. I quickly grabbed my stuff and the dog and ran fast. I didn’t have as much time as I would have liked, but when motivation shows up, you can’t be choosy.
I knew from the time I got out of bed this morning, in a really crappy mood mind you, that I would instantly feel better and then awesome on top of it if I just went for a run. Running does that for me. I even really enjoy running in the rain, but without motivation, running is placed on the back burner.
I have a 50 mile race in about 5 weeks.
I needed motivation to show up a couple of weeks ago, but I guess better late than never is alright.
So I am happy to welcome back my old friend motivation. He wasn’t gone too long, in fact he was there in full effect 4 weeks ago when I ran Lake Hodges Trail Fest 50k. Maybe he knew I needed a break. Whatever the case, I’m back!