Sometimes I say I’m going to go for a run. I say, I’ll go after work, meeting, lunch, coffee date “after________ insert obligation here” I hate not running first thing. My typical routine is to get up, roll out of bed, stuff something in my mouth and go run. My mind still numb, sleep still in my eyes, I like to start my day with fresh air not a computer screen. But, like most normal people that’s not always possible!
Today, for example, I just wasn’t feeling it—and I had to be at a meeting, and I didn’t really want to go to the meeting with wet hair or sweaty after the run. So I gave myself some silent motivation.
Silent motivation is the best form. While getting dressed I squished my boobs into my ultra tight, unforgiving, uuber supportive sports bra. So at my meeting I knew I had something I had to do after. Though comfortable, the bra always makes itself known to the wearer. No way was I going to be defeated and [gasp] take off the bra with out sweating in it first! HELL NO!
So what did I do when I got home? I traded my clogs for running shoes, my cotton for wicking and hit the road for a few miles. Silent motivation…works every time. [Wink]