I’ve been reading the book “A Champion’s Mind” and it’s depressing me. I am currently writing the antithesis to that book with this blog. I’ve become so disheartened that I haven’t worked out in a week and I am absolutely miserable. I’m frustrated and sad, annoyed and annoying. What a fun combination for my long-suffering, incredibly patient and wonderful husband to endure. Sorry Bobby.
I want to be upbeat and optimistic but this happens every time. I’m just so frustrated. I know I should just put on my workout gear and get out there.
I’m having trouble running. I don’t want to give up on it, but it’s not working for me right now. I’ve been walking, which is fine, it’s great exercise, but I really want to be running. Yesterday we ran into a friend who is planning to run the Holyoke Road Race in March – a 10k. I’ve been planning to do it, but fear I won’t be able to get the training done in time. I know what I need to do – get out there and exercise. But it ‘aint happenin’.
Boo…
So what am I doing instead you ask? Well dear reader, maybe 17 hours of Parks and Recreation is not the best use of my time, but I did grab this kernel of wisdom: it’s not how many times you fall down that matters, but how many times you get up. Or something like that.
Tomorrow is a new day. I’m going to pack my gym bag so I’m ready to go tomorrow. I am recommitting to my goal – if it takes me longer to accomplish, welp, that’s better than never even trying, right? And maybe I should look for a new book.
Ever hopeful,
Karen
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