Perspective can be a funny thing. When I think of a 45 to 50 minute workout, my first reaction is “no problem”. This morning I swam 2,500 meters and came in at 59:29 total including rests. My latest goal has been to complete 2,500 under an hour. Of course now that I have done that a few times my next goal is to break 59 minutes. At no point during my swim did I think “Is this over yet?” My run this evening was for four miles. We are having strong winds with rain and the temperature was 42 and dropping, so I opted for my treadmill. My run also was an easy run. After a quarter mile I was wondering if it was going to continue to be this unexciting. Speed work on a treadmill for 5 miles is fine for me, I enjoy the varied pace and time flies by. Swimming in a pool lap after lap is not a problem. I don’t have music or television like on a treadmill and I am constantly counting in my head the lap I am on. But a continuous pace on a treadmill for four miles was nothing like the joy of running outside. I have a running friend who refers to it as a “dread-mill”. Good word.
Not every workout is going to be thrilling, but as I write this only 15 minutes after I finished running, I can not deny the great feeling I have now that I ran. The endorphins alone made it worth it, not to mention the sense of accomplishment and benefit to my aerobic base by running in my lower zones. During the winter months it can be tempting to skip a workout and sleep in or work later or watch television… fill in the excuse. But for me (and hopefully many reading will be inspired too) the guilt or disappointment in myself if I do skip a workout is far worse than the initial dread of getting up at a ridiculously early time or running on a treadmill. Once the workout is over, I have an accomplishment to celebrate versus a regret that I skipped it.
And speaking of accomplishments – I must share that I feel like a little kid in the pool now making sure I flip in the water several times before my swim starts and after. I am so glad I did not let my fear get the best of me and I kept at it. I still have a way to go to get it down correctly and incorporate it into my actual swim workout. But the worst part is over, I tackled my wall and brought it down.