I woke up yesterday jazzed about my 10K PR. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I’m not exactly sure what *it* was but I lost all motivation.
The house was a mess, the laundry needed done, the dishes were overflowing the sink, the playroom had so many toys laying on the floor it was hard to walk – yet I wanted to do nothing. Literally nothing. I sat on the floor with the boys and played. Their laughs made me laugh their smiles made me smile, but still I felt blah.
I should have taken a rest day.
I always follow hard races or hard workouts with a rest day or occasionally an easy day. I knew that I needed to get out of my funk. I needed to not dwell on things.
I went running.
I went running with the intention of breaking my double stroller distance PR. On my run I thought about how you wake up each and every day with a choice.
Today you can wake up and be a survivor or you can be a victim.
You can tell yourself you will eat better tomorrow or you can eat better from this moment on.
You can choose to look at the glass as half empty or you can look at the glass and think WOW I still have half left. I hope that half of my life is equal to 50 years. That means I’m no where near half. Half is A LOT.
You can say to yourself – oh I’ll never be a runner – or you can decide today is the first day OF THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. If you want to be a runner – get some running shoes and head out the door.
You can choose to be sad or you can realize that no one is ever happy 100% of the time and you can choose to be happy inspite of your circumstances.
When you are on the road this morning you can choose to let someone in when they need to merge or you can get annoyed and speed up and not let them in. The choice is yours whether you want to live your life as someone who is nice and gracious or someone who is stressed out and self centered.
It was my choice yesterday. I chose to fight my feelings.
|Tired but trying to smile|
I pushed both boys for 11 miles. 1 mile longer than I have ever pushed them before. It was windy. It was hard. My legs were tired from my 10K. My heart wasn’t in it…..
I knew however that I had a choice. I could fight for my happiness or I could sit at home feeling blah. I chose to fight.
|photo courtesy of miles|
A happy mom is a better mom. A healthy mom raises healthy children. An active mom has active children. My happiness is important not only for myself but for my children.
Remember that post I did about what was better than a 3:13 marathon. I’m reading it again today and remembering that I have tons of people who love me. I don’t need to feel blah, I am choosing to focus on all that HE has given me and all that HE continues to bless me with.
Today is a new day and I have a feeling it’s going to be a good one!