I have been blessed with an incredible drive to reach the goals that I set for myself. One of my college friends emailed me several months ago asking some questions pertaining to running and asked me how I stayed motivated to run. I have a lot of tricks for getting myself out the door or onto the treadmill, but the truth is once I’ve decided I’m going to do something not much stands in my way – both in life and in working out.
However that’s not to say that I don’t sometimes struggle with finding the motivation to work out, I think I’m just better at ignoring the little voices telling me not to go then a lot of people.
credit to Google as always
Over the past few months, though, I’ve found myself even more motivated than normal to hit the pavement or the weights, and I owe that largely to Britt and to my blog friends. Britt and I made a deal to commit to 1 yoga session, 2 strength sessions, and 3 quality runs a week (speed, tempo & long) and that has been the driving force behind getting me going when I’m less than enthusiastic about it.
Last night on my way home from work as I was thinking about the speed work on tap, we exchanged the following texts:
R: I’m so uninterested in running tonight it’s ridiculous
B: I was just gonna text you and say I really just wanna go home and drink wine. Not work out.
R: LOL ahhh I hate today!
B: Oh I mean no go workout. You’ll feel better after. And you’ll be super speedy in January if you do speed work.
I’m pretty sure that anyone driving next to me thought I was crazy because I was laughing out loud in my car. By that point I knew she was right, I would feel better, but I was still favoring not working out so I tweeted this:
Almost immediately Kim replied with this:
I couldn’t remember exactly what my speed work entailed, just that it involved 800 repeats. I told myself that if it was anything over 4 repeats I could put it off until the morning (except I suffer from exercise guilt when I do things like this so I probably would’ve guilted myself into it) and low and behold when I got home guess what I saw:
Of course, right?
At which point I decided that it had to happen. And you know what? Despite the extreme lack of wanting to run and a dead iPod resulting in a musicless (real word!) run, I had a fantastic run. Which further proves the theory that you never regret a workout.
Having people hold me accountable has been one of the best ways for me to push past any desire I have to skip a workout, and I am eternally grateful for each and every one of you that has given me support when I’ve needed it.
Do you have someone that holds you accountable?