Lately I’ve found myself hating something I genuinely love to do: running. Why? Well, I realized I was pushing myself past the point of it being fun anymore. You know those dads that live vicariously through their sons? They just push, push, push and are never satisfied? Yeah, I don’t wanna do that to myself. I know working out isn’t always “fun” but if it’s something I’m choosing to do, shouldn’t I be able to look forward to it?
I found myself competing with myself, and not listening to my body. Setting goals is awesome, but I had to realize I was running for my own enjoyment, not training for a marathon. I think too many people dislike working out because of this same reason: expecting too much from themselves and getting discouraged. Results take time.
I only recently became a “runner” so of course I wasn’t going to run 5 miles in 30 minutes. Okay, so my goal wasn’t THAT ridiculous, but the point is, working out is supposed to be fun. It’s a stress reliever. You should feel good and reenergized after a workout, not like you’re going to throw up.
Now that I am simply setting a distance to reach, and disregarding the time, my running is back to being fun. It’s an accomplishment no matter how long it takes me to get it done. Sometimes I just have to remind myself of that.