Why is it so easy to just…quit? Why isn’t it as easy to keep pushing forward?
A couple of months ago I talked about my frustration with my workouts and my lack of motivation to even get out the door. I keep thinking, Oh…it’s getting better. I’m doing fine. I’m getting workouts in. There is no problem.
The truth is I’m just going through the motions. I put half-hearted effort into each workout. I get out the door, but I don’t push myself. Just putting one foot in front of the other and expecting magic to happen. Magic what, I don’t know, but some sort of magic. Some sort of fire to be lit inside me again. I’m pretty meh about running. Very meh about going to a class at the gym. Meh meh meh about lifting a weight. All I want to do is…I don’t know.
This is a very strange head-space for me to be in. I have taken a pretty deep look into what it is that has me in this alternate universe and I can’t pinpoint anything. My life is crazy busy, but it’s always been a veritable rat race and that’s never interfered with my desire to get a workout in.
I look at my workout schedule for the past little bit, and for the most part, I am getting it done, but not really. (dark grey = complete; light grey = skipped)
I’m not really sure what to do. Which is odd, because I don’t ever NOT know what to do.
How do you pull yourself out of a funk? When you’re lacking motivation, what snaps you back into the swing of things? Do I sign up for some races? That’s always kept me motivated towards my workouts before. I don’t know the answer. I keep plugging along, but the “don’t wanna” thing is really strong right now, and I don’t know how to fix that.