I went to yoga last night. It was lovely. Good mix of stretch and sweat, and successful side crows on both sides. Dang I’ve missed it. Why’d you guys let me stop going?
(my painfully tight hips & hamstrings are wondering)
I’m telling you this partly because blogging at lunch sounds more appealing than dealing with the CLUSTERFCK of a mid-day post office trip. The other “partly” part? Accountability.
I said I’d go to yoga once a week as part of my BQ plan, so I did.
Will somebody please bring me a cupcake or something? A gold star sticker to put on my calendar? A little pat on the butt and a “way to go, champ”???
Seems simple – accept a task, complete it, move on. Maybe you’re super confused because you’re all “ummm isn’t that life? WTF is the big deal, would you like me to congratulate you for remembering to put on deodorant this AM as well??”
Quick check… Ok, yes. Feel free to congratulate me on that as well.
I’m typically the “Say I will, so I will” type. But lately? Maybe it’s the inner rebel, maybe it’s the inner lazy, hard to tell, but I’ve not been so great on the whole commitments thing.
Training I can do. I’m pretty good these days about sticking to my workouts, and manning up when it starts to get tough. Based almost entirely on my fear of marathon pain and failure.
(physical pain and admitting defeat are the two biggest motivators, IMO.)
But other things like laundry, work projects, buying and mailing birthday/graduation/ijustlikeyou gifts? And maybe, ohhhhhh recapping races? (Ragnar WILL be finished. Honeymoon? Probably not.) It’s like I get a thrill out of seeing just how far I can drag them out.
“Nah… it can wait”
“That doesn’t need done right now…”
“What’s one more day going to hurt??”
(in the case of laundry, the answer is running in mis-matched socks and that ratty old sports bra that’s about as supportive as a bandeau)
It’s probably my least favorite quality of mine lately.
Just like getting out the door is the hardest part of a run, I need to remind myself how accomplished and awesome I’ll feel checking those tasks off my to-do list and just freaking do them.
So off I go! To the post office for these tardy gifts, bills, and thank you notes, and then to go find myself a nice hill to practice running fast down.
Because this is just 23 days away. No getting away from that deadline.