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Monday, December 29, 2008

Off Kilter

I am easily distracted when it comes to working out.

If I have a routine, and I am regularly doing it at a semi-precise schedule, then I am workout queen. I don't stop, I get even more hungry for a workout, and can end up doing two workouts in one day, for six to seven days.

When I don't have my regular routine or regular schedule, I do the very opposite of what I've said above: I do no workouts and if I don't literally FORCE MYSELF to do something, I can go six to seven days without doing a thing.

And having time off from work seems to be the common denominator in throwing my schedule and routine off. Without the "have to get up and go to work" routine, I don't have to get up.

Without a precision schedule of when I eat, when I run, when I do whatever, then I eat when I want to and run when I want to, which ends up being never.

But it's also the routine: I am home with the girls and Tim works, so I have no one to watch the girls while I go for a run. Babysitting? I pay a lot of money _while_ working to have someone pick up my girls. Part of my week off is saving that money for when I really need it.

But I could get up earlier, get my run in before Tim goes. Or I could suffer through the dreadmill. But I really do not want to do anything on the dreadmill...

The moral of my story is: if I'm not working, my workout routine goes to shit.

Fortunately, I have a little time before my race in February to be off...

But I ran Sunday, which is technically my day off, but since I've made every day a day off since Tuesday, then I decided I could fit a run in on my "day off".

I put in a little over five miles, running around Lake Lynn. It was awesome because there were *so many* people out and about. And usually, I would care little about having to run around people who don't know the rules of the road (stay on the right), everyone - including me - semmed to be in a great mood.

I passed one runner who sang at the top of his lungs every time I passed him (in opposite directions).

I have to be honest, this was a forced run...a run that I *had* to do because I was getting really cranky with myself. I grabbed the iPod and played Possum Kingdom to get me motivated -- and it worked!

I actually wanted to write a play-by-play, literally, of my music-to-run route, but after Possum Kingdom, I have forgotten the order of all the songs I listened to along my run. Oh well. Something to try to do for next time.

But I got out there and imagine, getting my run in motivated me to eat better that day, and to accomplish a lot of tasks that I had let go. And then today comes along and I am still motivated: cleaned my car, cleaned my car, paid some bills, did a little shopping at Goodwill (scoff if you must, but there are some good buys there), got dinner ingredients, did my P90X workout, read e-mail, surfed, played Word Challenge (why-oh-why do I suck so bad at this? I love words!), packed up clothes to _give_ to goodwill, cooked dinner, ate, drank, was merry, and now blogging and I still have a few things left in me to do more stuff before I plan to call it a day.

And all of this while hanging out with my best girls, then later, with my best man (until someone better comes along)...

All because of one six mile run...now, why would I resist this so?

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