Chickadees, I’ve been running.
Which means three days a week, I’m squeezing in 30 minutes on the treadmill during work hours.
I’ve been laughing to myself, thinking of all those 1.5 hours workouts before I had a nearly-toddler to feed and play with after leaving the office.
Despite the fact that I haven’t really been on a running schedule since, oh, the fall of 2012 when my joints decided they were no longer going to do what I asked, I’ve been a little hard on myself.
I’ve been hard on myself since I can remember. When I was in middle school I didn’t make the softball team despite the fact that every other person who tried out did, and even though I didn’t (and don’t, still) even like softball, I think that moment in time pushed me to maybe harder on myself than I maybe would have been otherwise.
Yes, it’s maybe a little crazy, but chickens, so am I. We all have random moments in time that frame up who we are.
Anyway, this has trickled up through soccer, yoga, running, kettlebells, races, and yesterday afternoon, as I found myself getting a little tired during one of my circuits, I started my “self motivation” talk, which is really anything but.
You’re lucky you can even run. Some people can’t run. Two years ago, you couldn’t run. Keep moving.
Then, all of a sudden (well, not all of a sudden, maybe after 26 months of yoga practice and a little life perspective), I thought to myself, you are doing this all wrong.
I’m not 13 any more. I don’t have the luxury of a body that works perfectly all the time, even though I am right in that I’m lucky it works as well as it does despite the fact that I wasn’t sure it ever would.
So I switched it up, and tried being a little kinder.
This is amazing. It is amazing that your muscles are all working. You had a baby this year. You have rogue joints. You’re still moving. Good work.
Guess which one kept me going when the going got tough.
We’re halfway through the first month of this year, chickens. Plenty of time left to learn to be nicer, especially to yourself.
Keep it easy!