Lazy rainy Sat'dee

Satruday was a fairly unsatisfying day of exercise. I could have gone to a brick session in Centennial Park, or to the final Sydney Striders 10km series run, but the weather was kind of drizzly and windy and I just didn’t fancy leaving the house. I tossed up going for a swim instead but couldn’t be bothered doing that either and ended up spending hours screwing around on the computer and hanging out with my cats and really getting not much accomplished!

I planned to have dinner with my parents at 6.30 so finally got my act together about 4.30 to go out for a long slow jog which wasn’t very long (1:45min) but was interminably slow. It felt great to get out, but I was beating myself up for not having gone out earlier in the morning for a proper session or have even gone out a bit earlier for that run to make it a real long run rather than a half assed effort.

I started thinking about the whole motivation thing, why sometimes it just doesn’t happen or gets put off and off. Whether that is an issue with my particular personality type or a widespread thing. How it’s often more difficult when you have a couple of options in mind and end up vacillating between them and doing nothing, as opposed to having one clear objective and just going out and getting it done.

Also the idea of getting a workout done first thing in the morning no matter what, otherwise it’s an incredible waste of mental energy spending the day thinking about when you’ll go out and do it and simultaneously beating yourself up for not going out sooner. Hmmm.