It’s 8:30pm. I’m sitting on my couch, seriously contemplating getting up to get some ice cream.
I haven’t worked out since Saturday.
Somehow, breastfeeding and chasing a toddler (combined with some stress and long days at work) has left my clothes fitting better than they have in a while. Despite my nightly ice cream habit. And lack of exercise.
It’s funny that for so long I struggled with calling myself a runner – despite the fact that I ran 3-4 times a week, up to 13 miles at a time.
And yet now, when I run once every three weeks (or maybe once a week if I’m lucky), I somehow still think of myself as a runner.
I still dream about races. I still sign up for them on a whim.
But my motivation to train has gone out the window. Heck, my motivation to run has gone out the window.
I’ve always been a morning runner, but getting two adults and two children out the door in the morning before work makes me feel like I simply don’t have time to run.
Do I actually have time? Probably. Do I have the motivation to make it happen? No.
Just being honest here.
My first post-second-pregnancy 5k is this Saturday and my only expectation for the race is to cross the finish line. Hopefully with a smile on my face.
Maybe doing a race is just what I need to help me catch the running bug again. Maybe it will help me “wanna” be a “wannabe athlete” again.
Have you ever found yourself in a running funk? How did you push past it?