“Once you learn to quit, it becomes a habit.”~Vince Lombardi.
Apparently, I have quit running. I don’t know when it happened, but one day, my Mizunos looked like they had a fine layer of dust on them. I have successfully shut down what was once a real goal: to BQ at 60. And over the last month, I’ve seen that slip away ever so slowly.
I ran a 5K on 4th of July. In Virginia. On a place called Mt. Trashmore, which is exactly appropriate when you’ve hit bottom as a runner. Trashed. No more mojo. No more spirit. Don’t want to run.
Click here to see my misery. I’m in pink. Yeah, you read that right. I’m at 36:xx:xx for a 5K. No use writing a race report. I walked at mile 2. TWO. ‘nuf said.
I have been really pondering who I am as a runner if I am not getting tons of support via Twitter, Facebook, email and text. Like, what did real runners do before all of the social media influenced them to do better, go farther…? Don’t get me wrong. I have posted several times regarding how much I have been given especially from Twitter. However, I quit Twitter this year, and am using Facebook in a very different way now. No longer am I relying solely on someone’s boot in my butt to get me going.
I have been relying on me. Only. And it’s not going well. I’m not a good motivator. If I don’t want to get out of bed, I don’t. If I want an extra slice of pie I take it. And, you can see in the video how it’s going. I look like a rookie, a neophyte. A new runner. And yet, I’ve run 4 marathons. I’m not a good coach. If I am tired, I stop. If I don’t want to do my crunches, I don’t. I buy into my own excuses, and am back to “I’ll quit tomorrow.”, the cry of the addict.
So, today after stewing about my body and my fitness, I took myself down to the gym. Tara told me about the Nike Training App for iPhone a few months. It’s amazing. I love it. And I’ve used it for only 45 minutes. Today, I cracked it out again.
Then I remembered Danica’s 40 day challenge. And, I decided immediately that I was going to do it. No excuses. So, I did the 30 minute Fighter Fit workout, then came home and enlisted my boys into the 40 day challenge as well. We all swam 30 minutes straight. I’m on Day 1.
Can I do this on my own? Without cheerleaders? Am I a good enough coach and motivator?
I’m about to find out.