My dear husband swears this is the mantra of my life…
I’m bored…let’s find something hard to do!
The first time he said it, I wasn’t sure if it was a compliment or him making a bit of sport at my expense. The third time, I realized it was a loving little bit of both.
I thought about it for while as this perception is not necessarily one I wanted to communicate. However, I first had to figure out if it was true.
And, at its root, it is.
He didn’t say relaxed, comfortable, having a bit of downtime. He said bored.
And if I am bored, then there is no challenge. If there is no challenge, I get lazy. I get lazy, I become a lesser version of myself.
And, no, I do not care to be a lesser version of myself.
So while it may look like I just enjoy the hard, the more true thing is that I would rather discover all the God given potential I have been blessed with. I would rather see exactly what I am a capable of – then try to do more.
I didn’t realize I had gotten bored. But I did. Just a little.
I blamed it on the weather…when it is cold, I have a hard time getting out of bed and outside for my early morning runs.
I blamed my schedule. I am still adjusting to working a 9-5. The gym time that I used to switch up my routine and add in some cross training has become nonexistent.
I blamed my sudden change in diet. While it wasn’t really that big of a change or that sudden, it was pretty profound and for reasons I had never had to deal with before.
I blamed it on a lot of stuff…and with blame nearly always comes complacency. Complacency cannot run 50 miles in Beaufort in July. Complacency cannot care for her family. Complacency is not healthy.
And I have come to far to go back to being unhealthy.
Combating complacency will be different for everybody. It just depends on what areas of your life have been affected the most. Mine are schedule and diet.
Because my time is under some pretty hard constraints, I find myself wasting a lot of it. My brain says, “there is no time to do anything productive, so let’s not do anything at all.” Yeah that works.
Because my eating habits can be seen as faddish, extreme, difficult, unhealthy, unnatural, and temporary, I have forgotten that my food is my business – not a result of an online poll. True, I share (and I will more in the immediate future) and I ask the masses. But not for permission or validation, rather a constant evaluation of being my best self. I have allowed myself to make exceptions without structure. This leads to irresponsibility, guilt, and a useless 5 pounds.
So, I’m bored…let’s find something hard to do.
Goal writing scares the shit outta me. Especially the little, timed ones. The big, long distance ones are less scary. There is room for error, procrastination, catch up. But the other, especially the weekly…those require pretty intense focus and allows for very little sway.
So, without further fear or hesitation, my first set of weekly goals made a bit more serious by the sheer act of publicly publishing them…
Week of April 22, 2013
- Log my first +40 run week
- 3 Nike Training Club Workouts
- 15 minutes of stretching every day
- Track all food and drink
Now, let’s see what happens 🙂