Run For Your Life!!!…My Love/Hate Relationship With Running

So, I’m sitting here at my computer in full workout garb fully intending on going for a run….you know, after I’m done procrastinating by writing and editing this post.  Not to mention that I got up at 8 AM with the best of intentions but sat on Pinterest and Facebook “for a few” and it is now 12 in the afternoon.

Running is the one excersize that I love AND hate the most.  When I’m running it’s like I am the fiercest, strongest, baddest bitch in the world…I can go forever, and then I hit my second mile and I’m pretty sure I’m going to die.

I will say running the best therapy.  Pounding the pavement, or the rubber track on the treadmil in my case, clears my mind and gives me one of the best endorphin highs I have experienced, and I feel so damn accomplished when I run a full 3 miles.  It’s like I can outrun all the zombies and Kenyans in the world.

Not only is it good for my mental health, but (DUH!) it’s good for my waistline and overall healthy too!!  Out of all of the workouts I have done over the years – running flattens out my tummy faster and more effectively than anything else (I haven’t tried swimming, but I’m sure that would be pretty good too) I just feel good when I am running on the regular.  So why don’t I keep it up you ask?

The downside for me is that it’s hard.  It’s hard and I’m lazy…that’s not an excuse, it’s just the sad truth.  If I could just buckle down and keep it up – even if I’m tired or lazy, then I know it would be a piece of cake (maybe I shouldn’t use the word cake….mmm), so I’m going to give it a try…I’m going to challenge myself – I promise, I Julia will run AT LEAST 2 miles 4 times a week.  That’s not a lot so I should be able to pull it off.  Wish me luck people!! I’ll need it!

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Today’s the Day…or is it?

So, today’s the day.

I have been telling myself that lie for a full month now.  The lie being that today, I will get back on track, pull myself out of the unemployment induced semi-depression I have been living in, slap on my sneakers and a sports bra and start working out again.

To be honest, I’m really not sure why I’ve been putting it off.  I am one of those people who work out on a regular basis.  I have a routine.  Until of course, the routine fails me yet again, and I fall off the wagon for a week or two.  It’s been 5 weeks.  And don’t get me wrong – I’ve tried, I have put on all my workout gear.  Then, I ehem…sat around on the computer ehem…yeah.

At this point I’m literally filled with self loathing and self-doubt.

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I know a good workout is what I need to lift my spirits (and my ass), I just need to get up and do it.  Maybe writing this for the world to see, or at least my handful of readers, will push me to stop procrastinating.  Maybe.  For now, I’m going to finish up my coffee and daydream about how great I’m gonna look in my bikini next year; if I could just get off my lazy tush.