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Today We Run

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The sky is overcast. That seems to be the afternoon norm these days. Big Girl and Baby Girl are fighting over a blow up bat decorated in superheroes. Or with the bat. I can’t be sure. Probably both.

Yesterday, I happened to notice that the bottom corner of our shower curtain is covered in mold. Perhaps I would’ve noticed it sooner if I ever showered. I should probably wash it. Which reminds me. I’m down to my last pair of clean underwear.

My husband just informed me that Baby Girl threw up. Wonderful. And shocking because robots don’t throw up. That would actually make sense if you had heard her chanting, “I am a robot,” all weekend ad nauseam.

I feel a little sick to my stomach too. Not because I’m sick. I hope. But because I ate a little too much pizza and ice cream this afternoon. All I really want to do right now is take a nap and divert all my energy to my digestive tract.

But I need to go for a run.

This is where progress is made. This is the meaning of training. Runners don’t become runners by accident. We don’t just happen to get faster or run farther. We get there through one seemingly small decision after another. Not to take a nap. Not to do the laundry. Today we run.

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Let’s All Just Chill out on the Resolutions

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It’s almost Christmas. Which means it’s almost New Year’s. And we all know what that means. RESOLUTIONS. At least this is what my social media feed tells me.

I once dated a guy who liked to joke that his New Year’s resolution was to “keep up the good work.” I thought that was pretty great. But perhaps you’re contemplating something a little more… specific.

As the owner of a fitness business I feel like I owe you some words of inspiration. That’s all it’s going to be today – words. I will not be offering any cleanses or secret strategies to melt away fat. I most definitely will not be jumping around in a sports bra and booty shorts for your viewing pleasure. I know. I can feel you’re disappointment through cyber space. But it’s way too cold for that. I’m barely scrounging up the motivation to go to yoga because I know I will have to take off my socks. Seriously.

So instead of a sexy video I offer you this. Click To Tweet

Consider that you are already beautiful. You are already loved at your current size and shape. Sit with that for a minute. You are already loved. It’s possible to believe this and still want to change. But ask yourself, what do YOU want? For yourself. If we let go of external expectations, how would our resolutions change?

And then consider that often times we make decisions subconsciously. At least this has been my experience. We’re taught that sticking with something is a matter of discipline. But conscious discipline must be supported by our underlying values. If you’re having trouble committing to an exercise plan it could be because, at a subconscious level, it’s just not all that important to you. And that’s okay.

I have friends that make a point to stay abreast of current affairs. I have friends who make-believe play with their children. I have friends who shower. As much as I respect my friends for having these habits, the reality is I just don’t see the value in regular exfoliation.

The good news is our values change. I didn’t always love running. Before I tried yoga, I had never done yoga. If you want to try something new I would encourage you to start small. For a minute there I considered giving up added sugar for a year. And then I ate a cookie and told myself to chill the fuck out. Let’s all just chill out on the resolutions.

And then I ate a cookie and told myself to chill the fuck out. #newyear #resolution Click To Tweet

Training for, say, a 2K would be a really great way to start running. If that sounds appealing you might want to subscribe to the blog. I’ll have something for you next week! If that’s not your thing, don’t sweat it (pun intended). We all have a different path to travel.

Whatever you choose to do, please. Be kind to my friends. Let’s not create resolutions as a way to punish ourselves (i.e. “I’m finally going to haul my fat ass to the gym.”). Let’s not beat ourselves up when we miss a workout. Because we will miss one. We are human and life happens, after all. Those Christmas presents aren’t going to wrap themselves! If you get off track, kindly re-evalute your goals. And if it makes sense, come up with a different plan that better serves you.

That’s my plan for 2017. What’s yours?