Once upon a time, I loved yoga. No kidding...I was namaste-ing like it was a paid position. But as I am completing the first week on my journey to becoming what I like to refer to as a "real" runner, I am painfully aware of my growing animosity towards the practice. Yet it must be done. I need it. I should do it. I know this...but I just really don't like it. It's rapidly becoming like going to the doctor: you know it must be done. You know you will feel better after doing it. But dang it, it's a special kind of boring.
Anywho, next week is the first escalation since this third attempt to embrace running. I've got my kicks. I've got my tunes. Now all I need is the willpower.
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