Today was one of those days when I hate running. Especially on a treadmill. I dreaded it before I even got out of bed, but I knew I would do it anyway. I look forward to Zumba days. I love dancing. Running? Not so much. Some days it's easy. But on days like today while I'm on that treadmill I have to trick myself into running. I talk to myself the whole time. Here's how the conversation goes on those days:
It's only the first song. It's always hard during the first song. I'll feel good by the second song.
Feeling good. I can do this. I'm 1/8 of the way through. I only have to do what I've just done 7 more times.
Only 5 more songs to go. I can run for 5 more songs.
At least run for another half mile, then maybe I'll walk.
I did another half mile, now go 3 more minutes.
I gotta get my mind off of this. I'll try not to look at the display for a while.
Oh good, I didn't look at the display for 2 tenths of a mile.
125 pounds! 125 pounds! 125 pounds!
5 more minutes. 5 more minutes, then I can quit.
People run marathons all the time. I can do another quarter mile.
2 more minutes. 15 seconds, 10 seconds, 5 seconds.
Whew! That wasn't so bad. (now that I'm done)
And so it goes.
I REALLY wish I could Zumba every day because sometimes I hate running.