It's a Tuesday, which means I should be resting tonight after work but instead I will be trotting out four miles on the endless belt of boredom. Actually I will be churning out four mind numbingly difficult miles just to punish myself for the sluggish attitude I have had all day. This all because I did my longest run on a Sunday, and didn't want to go back to back into Monday. Instead I will run Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.
I change my Itunes playlist from Carrie Underwood to Kanye West. Because yes, despite all the controversy surrounding him, I still love his Graduation album. It reminds me of the summer I graduated from college and several long lazy runs along the river. The right amount of chill vibe mixed with the kind of steady beat that keeps you going.
But this does not perk me up at all. The trouble is I want to do a hard workout. I want to do crunches, and lunges, and squats. I want my hamstrings and abs to burn, and shake and I want to feel like I am making progress. I want to be in the gym but I know I am tied to my desk. Don't get me wrong I love my job, I love my work, but I WANT to be in the gym. I want to be sweating and working hard. I want my headphones on, blasting rhythm in my ears as I go for another set of reps. Just thinking about my workout is getting me more energized. And that's when I realize my lethargy is not being caused by my lack of desire to work out. The fact that I am NOT working out is causing me to feel lazy.
Twenty two more minutes and I will be in my glory.