This is by no way intended to be a post about why we all need regular exercise. This is a post about why Anna NEEDS regular exercise. I am crazy.
It’s 9 am Monday morning. I shouldn’t be surprised that this particular morning went less than smoothly. One sister chews with her mouth open at the breakfast table, the other sister leaves a glob of toothpaste spit on the bathroom sink, both events executed with the sole purpose of irritating each other. It went from zero to sixty in this house. Things escalade over the course of the morning and one daughter leaves for school thinking she is the golden child, and the other, I’d be surprised if she comes home. Regardless, the day awaits and this is nothing out of the ordinary, so why do I always get so upset?
Ugh. My runners are staring at me. As per usual I try to think of a million reasons why a run isn’t necessary today. Why can’t I be that type of person who thrives off of exercise, who loves to “feel the burn”? I don’t really like to get sweaty, and pushing myself makes me uncomfortable…ya, all reasons I should probably get going.
My feet feel like large bricks clomping on the pavement, my butt feels like it is jiggling more than usual, and I am still angry about this mornings turn of events. This isn’t feeling like a promising venture.
Heading down the path I hit shuffle on my playlist. Ok, sharing a few songs from my playlist is the epitome of vulnerability.
Dierks Bentley comes on first, Riser. It’s slow and sappy but I like this one. Dierks seems to get it, life is hard, but you got this, rise up sister, rise up. Parenting is an emotional whirlwind. My heart goes from beaming with pride and joy, to being broken in half and full of worry and doubt on a regular basis. I have regrets over this mornings “debacle”…I had a prime parenting moment, but my emotions took over and now I am pretty sure I have ruined my daughters chances of being good humans. Rise up, Anna, rise up.
Half a mile in and que Mumford & Sons. Ok, this is getting a little depressing and I consider skipping it or I may have to break down and cry in a pile of self-pity and “I don’t want too’s”, but something makes me finish it out. I am starting to make my way around the lake, the sun is shining and I can feel a shift of optimism. Ya, glad I let that one play out.
Usually half way through my route my body and mind come to an agreement when they realize that neither of them are giving up, and they might as well work together to get this done. A few other musical interludes are happening here but I won’t bore you with all the details. (or embarrass myself…it’s a fairly eclectic mix)
On the home stretch now and Fight Song (Rachel Platton) comes up next. “This is my fight song, take back my life song”…you know the one. Clearly the endorphins have kicked in and now I’m fired up. Self-pity a distant memory and I am unstoppable at this point. Running faster, strides longer, I come off the sidewalk onto the pavement with a leap I can only describe like a gazelle jumping a fence. (a gazelle with really short legs). I got this now, I’m back in the race.
Almost home and Eminem comes on for the finale. From Dierks to Eminem…is that even healthy? I won’t name the song, but a few of you will know the track I’m talking about. I am hard core at this point. Who was that weak girl with a quivering lip heading down the path 25 minutes ago? I would step right on top of her now. Needless to say I finish strong and have come home with a fresh new perspective on the day.
Now I don’t always finish strong. Somedays it’s strictly calories burnt and the bricks in my shoes clomp the whole darn way. But for me, I have realized that, I
should probably need to exercise. Don’t get me wrong, I would way rather sit at home and eat processed foods…and I have done that too, but I am much more pleasant after a good workout.
(My apologies to my husband for what I said before I left…I should know better than to express my feelings before I have broke a sweat.)
It’s not all about running, exercising, being in shape, blah blah blah. It’s about pushing yourself to do something you know will be worth it in the end, something that will help you be a better you. (even if you would rather stay home and eat processed foods)
Here’s a little motivation from Dierks. If you want motivation from Eminem you will have to private message me for the song title, it’s a secret weapon.