Everyone has a different name for the thing – the voice – that wants us to stop running for no objective reason.
Spiritual, evolutionary, esoteric, whatever; I swear there is a force existing purely to distract us from doing what we really want to do with our everyday lives. Even when we have the time and the means. Maybe ESPECIALLY in those situations.
Admit it. You know exactly what I’m talking about.
How many times have you driven to the gym, workout clothes already on, and then just sat in your car for 10+ minutes cycling through Instagram or reasoning with yourself that you need to hear this NPR Serial expose through to its finish? “Why didn’t they check Adnan’s cell phone records? He’s obviously innocent!”
To my understanding, there is no evolutionary imperative for whatever makes us behave that way.
Maybe I develop seasonal metabolic dysfunction from Thanksgiving until after Easter (damn you, delectable Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs!), and I just can’t get it going when the days are short. Thus my motivation for starting a running streak to finish out the year. Yet, only two days into that streak, I already find myself struggling with the madness of wanting to throw my Hokas out the window in favor of actually putting them on my feet for their intended purpose of running.
Alas, a cooler mind and shod feet prevailed this evening. Within a mile of getting out the door I was cool with being out for an easy 30 minute run. I actually felt great.
Last week I was emailing back and forth with a friend I’m coaching for the Pikes Peak Ascent in August. We both shared how important it was just to get in the first mile when you’re stuck in a funk. Just MOVE and the mind will come along, kicking and screaming.
As real as the Blerch may be, it’s power does seem to fade quickly. You just have to get out the door, no matter the perceived effort.
Maybe my favorite thing I’ve read in the last year was by Anne Lamott. In her book about writing, Bird by Bird, she has a section where she talks about “Shitty First Drafts,” and how they are necessary for ever writing (or doing) anything. Sometimes (most times) you just have to get something out there and know that the good stuff will come with time and focus. Apparently useful writing (or running, or living, or Etsy store operations, whatever is your jam) doesn’t just flow out of the fingertips like a spell from Gandolph. As evidenced by this blog (or my Strava account).
For the three of you who are either married or related to me and still reading, the point is that everyone who does anything consistently has to freaking grind it out day by day, mile by mile.
So even though I get super frustrated with stomping out clunky feeling mileage on a treadmill during these winter months, I am really happy every time I summon the will to beat back the demons.
To whomever those demons belong to, I hope they know I was listening to Starship when I broke their will today.
Nothing’s gonna stop us now,