Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Back in the day...actually just a few months ago...I used to run on the treadmill or sometimes run outside. Running/Jogging was the purrrfect way to maintain my weight, etc. Well then I met a guy and fell in love and I stopped running. I replaced my jogs with dinners at great restaurants with my sweetie; post-work movies with my sweetie; or some other activity with the man I love and usually great food that I love.
Sure I worked out...here and there. But it was never the same once I stopped running.
I need to start running again. Everything will go back in order. I'm spending countless minutes and hours in the gym...doing time on the Elliptical or the Arc Trainer and for some reason, even though I'm burning calories, my body is still reluctant to let go...sure it's coming off...but I'm not getting the same results as I received when I would jog.
So why is this even worth a blog entry??? Because the twist is that I hate running. I hate the thought of it. I defeat myself mentally before I even hit the treadmill or pavement. But...ooohhh...when I do finally psych myself up to run...after about 5mins...I get that high...and suddenly its not so bad. Until its done and I'm cursing the ground...or treadmill. But then I get those benefits and my crazy psycho love hate relationship with running begins all over again.
So tomorrow I will run. Or jog. Or just make sure I go above 4.6 on the treadmill. I need to give my workouts an extra kick and I think this just might be the solution.