Quite a few years ago I got into the best shape I’ve probably ever been in. I went to the gym faithfully, did strength training and had worked up to 10k of running. I could even see my abs! I lost some weight and was pretty dang proud of myself.
Then my dad died and I started eating cookies for breakfast. I quit working out completely for months and months. Since then I’ve noticed a pattern between my emotional state and my fitness level.
Even though I KNOW that when I am sad or stressed about something I would actually feel better if I went for a run, I struggle to get myself to do it. My go-to coping mechanism for stress is sleep. It’s not something that actually works, yet it is still what I want to do every time life seems to get difficult. If I’m not awake then I can’t think, right?
This past week hasn’t been my favourite. A lot of things have gone wrong and I’ve cried a lot of tears (why?! It literally helps nothing!). I’ve let my mental self reign over my physical self this week and haven’t run one time. This post is a little wake up call to myself. I have no desire to run right now, but I need to get some dedication. My marathon is coming whether I’m ready or not and I can pretend I don’t have to run 42.2 kilometres, but it won’t help much on October 16!
What do you do when life gets extra difficult? Keep exercising? or quit like I do?