When I don’t have any new music to work-out to, I inevitably become unmotivated. It happens to me all the time. When there isn’t anything new pumping me up, I end up just watching the little timer on whatever machine I’m on, tick-tock-tick-tocking away, until IT’S FINALLY OVER! There is no greater moment, than when I’m done. It’s not that I don’t enjoy exercise, I really do, but I’m one of those people who needs to be distracted while doing so, or else I become resentful of the whole idea to begin with. However, when I have new and exciting music to inspire me, I can work out for hours without even thinking about.
Lately I’ve tried EVERYTHING in seek of new things to preoccupy myself with while exercising, but I’ve come up totally empty. I’ve solicited music recommendations on Facebook, and I’ve even tried listening to audio books on my iPod, which began a whirlwind love affair for a minute, until one day I was so over audio books that I never want to hear one ever again.
Today, I decided to do something different with my work-out regime, and attempted to go for a run outside, instead of my usual elliptical routine mixed with weight training. I’ve been feeling cooped up inside lately, and I thought that maybe it might be nice to not listen to any music and to just enjoy the beautiful sites of Grenada. I don’t run very much at all anymore, with the exception of the 5K I did on September 11th, but it’s something I used to do all the time. As I was lacing up my sneakers, I couldn’t remember why I hadn’t been running in so long?
I went outside and began what was supposed to be a lovely little nature run, and I got about twenty minutes in, and I remembered why I had taken a hiatus from running.
Because (pardon my french) running sucks.
At least in my opinion, it does.
Ugh. I hadn’t been running, because I freaking hate running! How did I fail not to remember that?
Here’s the kicker about running…
Just like this picture says, by the time you realize you’re not in shape for it, you’re past the point of no return. That’s exactly what happened to me. I was jogging along, until I realized I was totally and utterly over it. Now if I’m honest, I probably realized I was over it about .5 seconds into it, but I was in denial. I tried to use reverse psychology on myself, and when my mind started gearing toward the negative thought of, “This kinda blows,” I tried to tell myself it was so wonderful to running outside with all these lovely sites to see, and I even tried to think happier thoughts like,”Hooray, what a marvelous run this is!” However, it was not working. Not one bit. I was over it, and I knew it.
Now I’m not sure if it was the uneven ground that I almost broke my back on, or if it was the strange man across the street carrying a machete (Btdubs, don’t be alarmed at this at all. I swear it’s totally normal for people to carry around machetes here) but something made this experience hit a sour note. Maybe it was just simply the fact that I was sweating profusely and tired as hell? Yeah, that was probably it. Either way, all in one moment, I was done.
So, now what?
I almost hailed a reggae bus (which is basically equivalent to a cab around here), but I realized I had no money, hence the work-out clothes. Ugh.
I had no other choice but to walk the whole way back (which now in retrospect wasn’t all that far), but at the time, I was not in the mood. The whole way home I cursed running, and vowed to never ever embark upon such a wretched journey ever again.
Oh yeah, and me and running? Well, today we broke up. Forever.
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