Many times people ask how do you stay motivated to work out? I’ve found that motivation is great, however it’s discipline that will carry you through the difficult times. When I got up at 8AM on Saturday, I was everything but motivated. This was the first nice cool/dry day we’ve had in a while, and the only time my schedule would allow me to train. I forced myself to go outside and run. I took Nyah with me, she’s always on board to go for a walk. The city has a plan to improve my neighborhood, and they’ve added new parks, and a newly paved path that goes across several blocks. But, training outside is so much harder than treadmill training. I could only run about half of the intervals of Week 1 before tiring out. So, I’m still stuck on Week 1 until I can run all of the intervals.
Saturday morning, I had a hair appointment to get micro braids which can take up to 8 hours, then a family pot luck dinner since people were still in town from the funeral. My hair appointment went well, my hair is fabulous and only took 6.5 hours. “You were in and out quick” the African lady said, as I was leaving. I guess it was “quick” in comparison to the typical 8 hours.
I had a great time with the family Saturday night and went to the gym Sunday morning. I ran into my Gym Cousin, who was of course making his daily trip to stay fit. He gave me a very judging eye, when I was about to catch the elevator up.
He got on the treadmill next to me. I put one ear bud in, and left out the other so we could talk, but I could still hear Coach Carli in my other ear. It really feels like somebody else coaching me during the runs. It’s the strangest thing… To my surprise the first 3 running intervals didn’t kill me. I still didn’t finish all 8 runs, and I’m not moving on to Week 2 until I do. I could have pushed a little harder, but I didn’t. I’ll have to keep adding extra days until I catch up. The first time I trained for a 5K, I was already active, but this time, I really was sitting on the couch most nights, instead of working out. So I am truly attempting to go from the “Couch to the 5K” race in November. After a little under 2 miles, I rushed home and got dressed for church. I joined today, so I’m no longer a visitor. I’m excited and proud to be a member of Church on The Rock. The pastor started the sermon by saying “Discipline is the strength of life.” Never was that more true. Since I started training, I haven’t really felt like running. I have not yet been bitten by the “running bug” that makes me say “I love to run it feels good!” But, I was disciplined and trained on 5 different days despite my lack of motivation, pain, fear, and doubt.