I don’t want to do anything.
I’m serious, here’s a list of things I don’t want to do: run, walk, sweat, study, clean my toilet, dust, wash clothes, work, blog, cook, ride the bus, ride my bike, swim, yoga, or pick up my dry cleaning.
Notice I don’t say anything about sleeping or eating, these two things I like very much and would prefer if I just had a conveyor belt to transport food to my mouth and me to my bed.
I feel terribly lazy, but that doesn’t make any sense. I’m not sitting around doing nothing.
For starters there’s this whole 30 day yoga challenge, which I’m on top of, granted it’s only day 3, 27 more to go. So, there’s 1-2 hours a day.
Second, I run at least 3 days a week as I prep for my November marathon. There’s at least 3-5 more hours.
Next I need to bike and swim at least one day a week, there’s another 2-4 hours. (Notice I said “need”, sometimes you can’t get to everything on the list.)
In addition to the Philly marathon, I’m running the Brooklyn 10k and the DC Ragnar Relay, in back to back weekends. Toss in study time for the GRE and a full time job and a wee bit of time for socializing and the week is full.
Why am I a nut case? Why do I feel so lazy? Is it because I’m not giving it my all or is it because I’m over doing it?
Maybe, just maybe I’m saying “yes” too often. Maybe I need to exercise the right to say “no”, but I’m not really sure how to do that. Sitting still is not in my wheelhouse.
So, what am I going to do about it? How am I going to rejuvenate my athletic spirit? Well, naturally I’m going to do the most logical thing possible. I’m going to start buying things to cover up the fitness fatigue. Healthy choices, no one said they were easy.