The app on my phone showed “34.9 degrees. Feels like – – degrees.” As soon as I saw it I had all kinds of ideas on how to fill in those blanks.
I hate running in the cold. My whole nasal facial region becomes a festering boil of a hot mess. I can’t stand it. Its disgusting and gross and pretty much a case of the grumpypants is bound to ensue. (I said grumpypants. We have kids. It’s fine.) I hate it with an epic and grandiose hate.
Nothing makes it harder for me to hit the streets then knowing it’s cold. Nothing makes it easier to procrastinate. I’m pretty good with excuses. It’s a trick I do. It’s one of my skills (of which there are many, and yes, they are mad.) In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s sitting on the cusp of a super power. So during the run my inner monologue is having a field day with all the reasons to stop, pull the plug, and quit acting a fool up in here with all this cold nastiness snottyface business.
2013 is going to be huge. I need to keep running through the winter and this whole quitting business is part of it. I have to train my head and heart (soul, spirit, will, that whole inner being thing) by consistently doing the thing that always makes me want to quit.
This is just running though. I have other goals, plans, hopes, and dreams. Maybe I need to find things in those aspects of life that make me want to quit and take those on too. Or maybe not. It’s cold out there.
“Cold” should be spelled with a “Q” because it makes me want to quit. So I run anyway. How do you spell “quit” and what are you doing to overcome?