5:30 AM comes early on a Friday. I look at the time on my phone, “You’re kidding me, right?”
Tired, groggy, and not feeling it I roll out of bed.
It’s time for my run. Three days per week for the last 6 weeks. Meh, this isn’t fun anymore. Stoney is the only one stoked about this morning routine. He’s having the time of his life with all of this running.
A few early morning demotivating thoughts cross my mind as I tried to find my shoes in the dark:
- I’m not a role model for health. Why don’t I just go back to bed or make some coffee and find something better to do.
- I’m not getting much faster or running any further. The same mile and half hurts just as much today as it did May 1st.
- I could just walk. Not like anyone will know or care. For that matter I could walk to Starbucks and no one would know or care either.
Then I walk by the mirror. And that puts a few motivating thoughts in the mirror:
- I am a role model to my kids for health. A big reason they want to play inside and do nothing all day is because that’s what I like to do.
- Where did those extra 40 pounds come from? Seriously, that’s not cute.
- My running clothes barely fit any more. The same is true with all of my clothes. My shirts are a little less full and I’m pulling up my shorts all the time. I’m kind of digging that.
Fat Adam yells at Skinny Adam every day. For too long he has won out. It’s time for Skinny Adam to stand up for himself and leave Fat Adam behind.
Next goal? Stop talking about myself in the third person.