To the person who keeps having to cut their workouts short

I couldn’t find any articles on this, via googling. So, I spitballed this one while stretching and eating breakfast. 

I know how frustrated you feel. You tried to get up at 5 AM, but you were so exhausted that you couldn’t get yourself out of bed until 5:45 and got distracted once awake so you didn’t start lifting until almost 6:30. Then you had to cut both your lifting and running workouts in half. You wanted to keep running past 7:30, but you couldn’t, because you’d be late to class and lose your parking spot if you did. And half the time you’re still late to class anyway. And then after the workout comes the day, with all its other commitments and stresses and passions and longings and frustrations. I know how frustrating it is, to see yourself in the mirror and be overwhelmed with anger that you’re not looking the way you want to. You’re not the one who skips workouts. But you are the one who keeps having to cut them short. Filled with irritation and discontent, always chasing a dream that you never seem to catch. 

And in reality, every other passion you have feels like a mirror with this one. Always chasing, never catching. Rarely ahead, almost always behind.

Keep at it. Those short workouts will establish a baseline for you. Keep working on your time management skills. One day you will finally lift for 40 minutes 3 times a week and run 50 miles a week, increasing in speed, strength and power. Don’t give up. Do it for the future you. He is waiting for you to meet him. Or, she is waiting for you to meet her. 

You wanted to run 5 miles but you only had time for 2. You look at those world class athletes and you dream to just get close, to run 60 mile weeks, to lift heavy weights, to qualify for Boston, to just be anything other than skinny-fat and slow. I know; I understand — because that’s where I am now. 

We can make small changes at a doable pace one day at a time. You will make it. You will. You have to. When you have a dream, you just keep chasing it until there’s nothing left to chase anymore, because you’ve gotten it.

I’m frustrated, that’s for sure. But I refuse to believe that I can’t do this. I am writing this because I have to believe that I can do it. So I will. Every second of the day is another opportunity to reset and start over once more. I will reset again, starting now. 

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