Happy Wednesday everyone!
Last weekend I went to my parents' cabin on Friday night. I had partially packed on Thursday before going out for dinner with friends, and then finished packing on Friday morning. Apparently it was NOT a good strategy to not pack things all at once. I forgot some crucial things....
1. I forgot my shoes. I realized this as I was leaving the suburbs of the Twin Cities. I did not feel like driving back into the cities, so I just sucked it up and bought a new pair. Not ideal as I already have a new pair that I was planning to start wearing this month, but I guess those will get worn at a later time.
2. When I started getting ready on Saturday morning, I realized I also forgot socks. Seriously. I borrowered some from my mom, but they were cotton. Cotton is NOT good for running, let me tell you. Cotton + new shoes + 10 miles is just really not a winning combination.
3. I thought - fine, I have body glide, I will just put a ton on my feet. Nope, no body glide. That didn't make it into the suitcase either. And my parents didn't have any vaseline.
4. As if I didn't have enough stacked against me, I grabbed my iPod when I was heading out, only to find my iPod was completely dead.
But you know what, I plodded head. I grumbled for a bit and then headed out. I was doing 2 5-mile loops, so luckily I was able to stop back for my charged iPod on my 2nd loop.
The point of this rambling 'Lisa is the worst packer' story is this - I had PLENTY of excuses not to run last weekend. Plenty. And a couple of years ago, I would have used ANY of these reasons not to run. Heck, I would even use the fact that I forgot to bring a hair tie as an excuse to not go to the gym.
Not anymore. I have become pretty darn determined and there really is not much that will keep me from running!
Are you good at talking yourself out of working out? I used to be, but now when I start to talk myself out of running I tell myself, "You will never regret doing a run. You will ALWAYS regret skipping a run." That always seems to work and gets me out the door.