Loving-to-hate it.

I have often said I have a love-hate relationship with running.  Sometimes I am madly in love with it.  Sometimes I downright hate it and wish it would go away.  Sometimes I hate that I love it so much.  And sometimes, I just love to hate it. 

Today would be one of those loving-to-hate it days.

I had a really good strength workout with Dan today and after my workout, I was feeling really pumped up and excited to run.  I came home, cooked a healthy dinner for later when my husband gets home from work, did a few miscellaneous chores, and got ready to run.  The getting ready was fine, the running was not.

First, I got into a huge debate with myself over whether or not I wanted to run outside or on the treadmill.  Seeing that it is absolutely gorgeous outside and not blazing hot or humid, to run outside should have been the perfect choice – or so it seemed.  But, no, I got into an argument with myself about what to do and before I knew it, I found myself not even wanting to run.  So, what do I do when I don’t really want to run?

I run on the treadmill.  Or at least try to.  At least when I am outside it’s like, “I bothered to come out here and run away from my house, so I might as well finish what I started before going back!”  Nope.  Today was the treadmill, and let me just tell you what occurred a few moments ago in my living room.

I ran a little over 1 mile, yes only 1, at a 15 minute plus pace,

I stopped for a drink twice,

Let the dogs out once,

Checked my email,

Responded to a text message,

Messed around with the speed for a minute,

Tried to sprint,

And called it a night.

What is wrong with me?  It’s all in my head – one little thought about how I don’t feel like running (who really ever does?), and it’s over.  This makes me hate running.  And today, that’s all I can do.