One of the few nice things about the weather turning cooler is I’ve been able to go for a run whenever my poor old decrepit body is awake enough and not worry about melting in the afternoon sun. It’s getting harder to force myself to do these things, folks. I look for excuses not to run…you know, the heat, PMS, kids keeping me busy. But I know I need to run. I feel better for it in the long run. I can keep wearing the clothes I own and not have to shop for bigger sizes. I can continue to eat like a sumo wrestler and not feel guilty.
I’ve decided, while the weather is nice, to keep running my three mile course. It’s a nice neighborhood run with a few small hills but a lot of straightaways. It’s a safe friendly route with no loose dogs running around to take chase. I used to push myself to run the entire three miles, but I’ve been cutting myself some slack lately and doing a combination run/walk, but trying to run more than walk. I figure if I make it more enjoyable, there’s less of a chance to talk myself out of doing the three miles altogether.
I’ve found I can play little mind games to run longer than my mind and body want me to. When I feel the urge to quit running and slow down to a walk, I pick a target not too far ahead and tell myself I can walk when I reach, say, that particular blue mailbox. Then, when I reach that mailbox, I’ll say that I know I can get to the azalea bush up ahead. Nine times out of ten, I’ll wind up running much farther than I would have. Like Youngest Son always tells me, it’s my mind that’s weak. My body is still capable of doing the distance. At least for now.
Tonight, I’ll be watching the first show of the new season of Biggest Loser. These people are amazing. They are pushed to physical extremes that I can’t even imagine, and they have a lot more weight on their frames to carry. Their weight losses are phenomenal, but they work out for up to eight hours a day. My mind would give up during the warm-up.
Lucky for me, I’m not competing for a huge cash prize. My desire to lose weight is more about aesthetics rather than life and death issues. So I can continue to push myself to that next mailbox, or to the top of that little hill. Then I can eat my dessert while I’m watching those poor contestants run a marathon.