Yes, sometimes the last thing I want to do is put on my shoes and go out the door. It doesn’t matter if my last run was awesome or awful. And it doesn’t always matter if the weather is perfect or gross. Sometimes I just don’t want to run.
For me, that’s the hardest part of running.
How can something that I enjoy so much be something that in certain moments is the last thing I want to do? I’ve never had a run that I wasn’t glad I took. OK, sometimes it takes me until after I’m done to appreciate that I did it, but I never regret running (well, except for those times I ran when I was injured *ahem*).
So why do I hate running sometimes? Maybe it’s because I’m inherently lazy – I’d much rather sit on my butt some days. Maybe it’s because that inner voice has convinced me that I won’t enjoy it or that I can’t do it. Maybe it’s because some days I’ve given all I have to the other responsibilities in my life and I’ve run out of energy to, well, run.
But one thing I’ve learned over the more than 8000 miles I’ve tracked in the last 8 years – when I hate running the most, it’s the time I need it the most. So, on those days, I suck it up and get out there. Because if I start the run, chances are good I won’t hate running anymore. And luckily, running doesn’t care if you hate it or love it. It just wants you to get out there and do it.