“Ready, Set, Get Going…

Half Marathon Italy

…because, I know you can run faster than that.”

Don’t you just love internal dialog?  It’s so nurturing.

So I’m back at it, running again after a long break which always feels like starting over, so if you have just begun a resolution routine, I’m right there with you.  I take these long breaks from time to time, ALWAYS regretting it later.

Perhaps you have seen me out there running?  I’m the one looking like the Bionic Woman in the slow motion sequence, na-na-na, na-na-na, you get the picture?  I mean the ORIGINAL Bionic Woman, Lindsay Wagner, as Jaime Sommers, one of my childhood heroes:

Slow motion is better than no motion! 

Today as I was plodding along wondering why I do this, because it actually hurts…I realized that I do get to think more clearly when I’m running than at any other moment of my day.  The ideas flow more easily as oxygen struggles toward my brain, gasping.

My sister shared this on Facebook and it seemed right:

http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=389993041086350&set=a.344039039015084.81833.343998622352459&type=1&ref=nf

Are we ever done?  I mean as long as we’re still breathing?  Nope.  I keep thinking, when I hit this landmark or this weight or get this mileage under my belt I will have reached my goal, and then what?  Quit?  No way!  Because, you see my dears, the goal keeps moving.  Funny, when I went looking for a photo to insert here, it turns out, “moving the goalpost” is a metaphor, well, what do you know?

So if you stop always pushing forward, well then, do you lose all the ground you have formerly covered or maybe just some of it, provided you get up, dust off the cobwebs and ask yourself, okay it’s a new day, so what’s next?

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Internal Dialog: Motivator or Enabler?

If my internal dialog genuinely wanted to help, this is what it would look like:

And this is what it would shout:

“Quit whining, shut your pie hole and run!”

Instead it speaks in hushed tones and whispers and says things like:

“You’re over 40.  Your metabolism has slowed considerably.  Of course you’re going to put on weight.”

And “You’ve worked so hard n your diet, you deserve a little chocolate now and then.” 

Over the summer, while running “Camp Mom”, I choose to ignore my internal Drill Sergeant and turn up the volume on my Enabler, who is so much more pleasant and understanding.

My Enabler knows that as head counselor of Camp Mom, I feel justified in stuffing my face with S’Mores, movie popcorn and ice cream cones.

But come September, the Sergeant is back on my doorstep, his bulging biceps folded across his chest, poking a finger at my protruding gut and saying:

“What’s this?  Move your butt, clam cake belly!”

His take no prisoners approach to fitness is the only way I know to release the pancakes I have been holding hostage on my hips and thighs all summer.

So I start running again and stop indulging in foods that lead to bulging.  And I give up whining…well, at least out loud.