Today was my school's annual 5k, and this year it was a color run. I signed up to do it with a couple of friends, and we paired off based on how we planned on doing the run. My friend and I opted to only run two laps instead of three, since they were running out of color and honestly, we were tired.
It was a lot of fun, but I'm ashamed of myself. I couldn't even run the entirety of one lap, something that I know I could have done a couple of months ago. I would have been tired, but I could have done it. Instead, I was slowing my friend down because I was mildly convinced I was dying.
I spent most of January through March working out on a regular basis, and I was getting to the point where I was in fairly good shape, but then I lost my motivation to keep working out. I did a little bit of strength exercises in my room for awhile, but I stopped going to the gym and the track.
It seems like this always happens. I get into a regular workout routine and get to the point where even though I don't love going to the gym, I don't dread it. But then something happens, and I miss a day for one reason or another, and then I find myself continually making excuses, and suddenly, I find a month has gone by where I've done absolutely nothing.
But I want to stop that. I want to quit giving up. If I don't stop, nothing is ever going to change, and I refuse to go back to where I was before. I think one thing that will help me is to create realistic goals (i.e. doing another 5k and running the entire thing), so that I have something to work towards. I may not always be able to commit to working out five days a week like I plan to, but that certainly doesn't mean that I should stop altogether.
As the saying goes, "There is no change without progress."
These aren't standard laps on a track, by the way. I promise I can run two laps on a track without completely dying.
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