Commitment

Now that I'm mostly uninjured (two months later), I've got no excuse not to get back to regular exercise.

Except I'm really having trouble getting back to regular exercise. 

I set my alarm for 5:30 every morning and go to bed early fully intending on getting out the door when said alarm goes off. "Tomorrow's going to be the day I get back on track," I say to myself before I fall asleep.

And then the alarm sounds, and I think of a million reasons not to get up and run. It's dark out (true). My bed is super comfortable (true). My foot kind of hurts (hmm... might be in my head?). I think I have a headache (definitely in my head). 

This isn't me. I exercise 5 days a week. I care about running a sub 2 hour half marathon.

I made a commitment to myself. I don't brush off commitments I make to others... why do I treat the ones I make to myself any differently?

At some point well after my 5:30 alarm clock went off yesterday, the thought popped into my head that I'm 4.5 months from my next half marathon. OMG! Not enough time! So I did get up and squeeze in a 3.5 mile run before work. I was able to put some of the techniques I learned in Running 101 on Saturday into practice, and felt really good afterwards. Accomplished. Energized. These are the feelings I need to remember whenever that alarm clock goes off...

Only I quickly forgot that feeling this morning. Didn't get up this time. 

Still, the day isn't over. I'm feeling surprisingly energized after a super productive work day, so I'm going to get my Crossfit WOD done at 7:30. Because I'm doing an evening workout, I would not intend on doing any strenuous activity tomorrow morning - maybe I will just take a walk so that I can work on getting used to rolling out of bed early again.

Things seem to still be going well eating-wise, which I think is due to starting thyroid meds. I am still behaving much more rationally around food. My stomach and I have friendly conversations these days: