Last night I celebrated our first night in the new house by drinking a couple bottles of “Fat Tire” beer. As I drank my well-earned beer, I couldn’t help but become a little sad about missing out on the normal routine of my life that hasn’t existed since late June. At the end of June we went up north, two days later we were in Wyoming, and the day we returned we began the move to the new home.
Don’t get me wrong, all of the adventures of the last few weeks have been great, and I am blessed to have the opportunities that I do. However, my body misses its regular schedule of “early to bed, early to rise” and the much more frequent workouts that go along with that schedule. I know it’s not true, but last night as I drank my Fat Tire, I started to have thoughts that it was quite fitting for me to be drinking a “fat tire.” And that if I don’t get myself back on track with my running, I am going to have my very own fat tire that is permanently attached. I even thought to myself that if someone asked me if I was a runner I’d have to say something like, “I used to be…”.
Yes, I realize that I was being a bit dramatic. It has only been 10 days since my last run, but I NEVER go 10 days without running unless I’m injured! I am completely out of sorts with my exercise and I am wondering how I’m ever going to get back on track. My treadmill is not at the new house yet, and that is my saving grace for summer workouts as a stay at home mom!!!
So, I have a choice to make. I can figure it out and make it a priority, or I can just keep pouting about it and nothing will change. This is much easier said than done, and I think this is where a lot of people fail in their fitness goals. Getting off track does not mean that you have failed. You can make the choice to start over again…and again…and again. I am 11 years into my running career and here I am, starting again.