Here's what I don't get (today):
I love running. I really do. If I could, I would take it behind a middle school and get it pregnant. And then I would even marry it. I love going out and running. I love having an hour or so each day to be alone with my thoughts, or (better) together with friends. I love the feeling of knowing that I did something for myself, both the physical feeling and the smug mental feeling, too.
So why, given that I love running so much, why is it that I procrastinate about it so badly? Why do I have so many, many excuses for why I can't run today... or tomorrow... or right this minute?
I love running. I really do. If I could, I would take it behind a middle school and get it pregnant. And then I would even marry it. I love going out and running. I love having an hour or so each day to be alone with my thoughts, or (better) together with friends. I love the feeling of knowing that I did something for myself, both the physical feeling and the smug mental feeling, too.
So why, given that I love running so much, why is it that I procrastinate about it so badly? Why do I have so many, many excuses for why I can't run today... or tomorrow... or right this minute?
It is because changing into running clothes is a pain in the ass. The simple act of being cold for a second and having to put a sports bra on seems to be my primary running procrastination enabler.
ReplyDeleteThat and, oh yeah, the internetz.
Even the things we love the most, we can't be with 24/7. but we still love them very very much :-)
ReplyDeleteWhen you find the answer will you tell me? Because I've been trying to find the answer for years. I think it is like try to answer what is the meaning of life. I have no fucking clue.
ReplyDeleteBridget
I barely ever comment on blogposts (and RSS makes it easier for me to forget such things as comments exist ^^) but damn do I feel your pain on this one!
ReplyDeleteOh, sweet paradoxical running love. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteNevermind about that. I love that you quoted Tracy Jordan.