Who do I think I am?
It's Saturday morning, and I've just gone for a run...outside...in public! Okay, admittedly, it took two tries to get outside and actually start running.
There was a whole fashion faux pas situation with my leggings. Turns out, my bum and thighs are a little too powerful for them, and they like to pull down during a run. Leggings change ensued. But after a quick flat-scouring mission to find my joggers, I hauled myself back outside, smartwatch set to "run," and I was off.
It took all of two minutes before I was gasping for air and had to slow down to a brisk walk.
Oof. Catching my breath, I took off again, ignoring the worries about people seeing me. Two more minutes, and back to walking I went.
"Hey," I thought, "I've just turned this run into interval training!" So, I embraced it. Start, stop, start, stop.
In total, I probably ran for five minutes. That was enough. But for someone who hasn't run since secondary school track, I think I did pretty damn well. I'm proud of myself for pushing myself back out there, even with the legging situation at the beginning. It would've been easy to just give up, plop on the couch, and skip the run altogether.
Life can be pretty similar. We face hurdles, things meant to trip us up and distract us from our goals. Sometimes, it's even our own self-doubt holding us back, whispering that we can't or shouldn't do something. Maybe it's fear of the unknown. Maybe it's just easier to stay stagnant, too tired to even think about progress.
This run taught me a valuable lesson: I'm resilient. I can talk myself into things just as easily as I can talk myself out of them. And guess what? You can too.
What are you procrastinating? Why are you waiting? Carpe Diem!