I’m tired, I’m too busy, I gotta help with the kids, I got WORK deadlines, I got HOBBY deadlines, I got SCHOOL deadlines, I’m slightly hung over, my back hurts, my knee hurts, my head hurts, I think I ate too much last night, it’s too cold outside, it’s too hot outside, it’s raining, my shoes suck, I don’t have any clean workout clothes, I don’t have time to shower after my run, coffee and work actually sounds better than dragging my ass outside at the crack of dawn.
Yeah, I’ll be honest. I’ve gotten lazy in the last month.
Just when my daily 5k (3.2 miles) was starting to become a breeze, I was *finally* under 200lbs after sitting around 205 for <em>months</em>, my weight routine was starting to pay off with muscle definition and my confidence was sky high. I just stopped. It was, take a day off here and there, that eventually just lead to well, excuses. Today, I had to take a deep breath and say to myself “God damn it, Ryan. Get off your ass.” Yeah, I really said that in my head. I got tired of feeling like I was slipping back into old bad habits, feeling out of shape and just mentally putting myself in a bad position.
So, I ran. My legs hurt, my breathing was off, but I did my 5k. I drank some water and hit the weights really quick and called it good. You know what? I felt sore, but I felt my confidence. I ate an apple and oatmeal for breakfast, a nice sandwich for lunch and felt no need for snacks, chocolate, sugars. Running changes me for the better in so many ways, yet it was too easy to slip and let it slide. Running helps my eyes, it makes me work hard to make sure I have a clear path, that I don’t fall off a curb or miss one entirely. I honestly believe that running and exercise is what has kept my Usher Syndrome from progressing rapidly since I was diagnosed. Now, I have to dust myself off, fight through the soreness and get back to running, I hope you’ll be there with me as I turn another corner on this adventure.