Sigh. It seems that all I'm doing lately is confessing. So here goes another:
I don't enjoy working out. I just don't. I really try to love it & I certainly love the feelings of accomplishment & power when I'm done & of course the results are hard to deny, but heading out the door to work out is my own personal green mile, every time.
Since the 5k, my motivation to hit the pavement or do any form of exercise has absolutely tanked. I came up with a laundry list of lovely excuses:
- I need to rest
- Dave needs the work out time (there is some small amount of legitimacy to that as he just completed his first 70.3 this weekend & has needed all of the training time he could get--sooooo proud of him, by the way!)
- I don't have any clean work out clothes
- It's too hot
- The moon isn't in the right phase
I don't have to love exercise, I just have to do it.