I've been getting up early the past three months, to go running before work. I've been pretty consistent and have lost about 5 kilos because of it.
This morning, however, the rain was pissing down. 'I'm going to stay in bed,' I thought and turned over. But my body had other ideas.
'I need to go to the toilet.'
'Let me sleep.'
'But I need to go to the toilet, NOW.'
So, sighing, I got out of bed and went to the toilet. As I was listening to the rain, I remembered reading an article from a personal trainer about motivation. She said there was no real such thing. It was just a matter of doing. One sentence I clearly remember, was her writing, 'Do you think I'm motivated when I wake up and hear rain on the roof?'
Such was the morning. What could I do? I felt guilty. So I put on my gear and went running. It wasn't bad. Not too cold and not too wet.
Came home and felt better.
Motivation.
This morning, however, the rain was pissing down. 'I'm going to stay in bed,' I thought and turned over. But my body had other ideas.
'I need to go to the toilet.'
'Let me sleep.'
'But I need to go to the toilet, NOW.'
So, sighing, I got out of bed and went to the toilet. As I was listening to the rain, I remembered reading an article from a personal trainer about motivation. She said there was no real such thing. It was just a matter of doing. One sentence I clearly remember, was her writing, 'Do you think I'm motivated when I wake up and hear rain on the roof?'
Such was the morning. What could I do? I felt guilty. So I put on my gear and went running. It wasn't bad. Not too cold and not too wet.
Came home and felt better.
Motivation.
