Good evening runners, potential runners, and people creeping Facebook! One group run down, and one coming up tomorrow, so it seemed like the ideal time for Blogpost #1. I think today I will get a little bit into me, what made me join Team Myles, and my current levels of motivation.
Up until about 2016 I was never really much of a runner. I played soccer growing up, and ran when the Army asked me to run, but I never enjoyed it. Running was always done begrudgingly, with my head down, trying to think about anything except running. I re-kindled a passion for fitness in 2016, dropped about 60 pounds, and stayed strong until September of 2017. There are many excuses I could make as to why I fell of the wagon, one of which was starting work again in Halifax, but I think I will save my more creative theories for future blog posts…need to build a little suspense…
This past fall, I was having trouble getting back into fitness, healthy eating, and running, when a colleague of mine recommended Team Myles. The more she talked about it, the more it seemed like an amazing way to re-gain motivation, meet some like minded folk, learn about running, and hopefully get some enjoyment out of it! If nothing else, I could learn a few tips and tricks, and be social a few times a week.
My current motivation levels are a touchy topic for me right now. I felt pretty good after the first run… until the photos were posted to Facebook. I knew I had gained weight, but hadn’t realized how much until I saw those shots. It is hard to lie to yourself when you are staring at contradictory evidence, and it seemed like all the work I had done over the past 18 months disappeared in a few months of laziness. I would be lying if that didn’t hurt. It still hurts.it probably will hurt for quite some time, but when it comes down to it, the only person I have to blame is myself. What is spurring me on now, is knowing that I am only going to get fitter and stronger from here on out. I did it before, I can do it again, and if some pain and bad feelings is the kick in the butt I need, then I am glad I got it now, before it got worse.
One final thought before I call it a night: No matter how bad things may seem, it is your approach to these challenges that makes the difference. You have the choice to approach things with a smile and a positive outlook but you also have the choice to mope around, feel bad for yourself, and blame the world for making things tough. For me? I hate moping; bring on the race.