I don't know how she does it, but every day I decide to get up at 5:30am to hit the 'dreadmill' she inevitably gets up shortly thereafter. Just as I'm settling in to some trashy show on Netflix, I hear the pitter-patter of little feet and then she appears; bleary-eyed and whimpering with her blankie. First it's milk, then potty, then her favourite show. Do you know how hard it is to run to Bo on the Go, Handy Manny and Strawberry Shortcake??
This morning was really no different, except for the fact she was up just about every hour from 11:00pm until 5:00am. And she insisted on sleeping in our bed with her pillow and blankie. Needless to say, when my alarm went off I thought I was going to die. I dragged myself to the kitchen and made my husband is pre-work smoothie. Swaying slowly at the counter with squinty eyes, trying to chop an apple I couldn't help but hate the idea of running.
I got no frickin' sleep
Why won't the kid sleep?
I really don't want to run
I will do it tonight.
Who am I kidding...I won't do it tonight!
Forget it...I'll just skip it.
After a few moments, I was able to peel my eyes open. I looked outside at the blowing snow and at my husband heading out the door for work. And then, I reached down, somewhere deep deep down that hadn't been affected by my self-doubt and hatred of the treadmill and then it happened...
Screw it! I'm so pissed...I'm gonna run!
And so I did. It's amazing how some negative self-talk and anger can affect you. You can succumb to it and perpetuate the cycle, or you can grab it by the balls and say no more! So 5 miles on my treadmill took care of all those miserable thoughts and feelings. My run is done, I have loads of energy and I'm ready to take on the day.
Even when you feel like crap, just do it...you'll be happy you did!