I Love to Run vs. I Love to NOT Run
I have fallen off the wagon a bit these last 10 days or so with regard to running. Nothing to be proud of, I know. Today I realized something frustrating (but true):
I love not going for a run.
It feels good to not have to wake up super-early to exercise, or figure out how I’m going to schedule a jog in a day with multiple other demands.
But then I went for a run today, and remembered:
I love going for a run.
Ah, these blasted competing values. I get caught in the crossfire every time!
But I do love running, even though I also love not running, and that feeling–as long as I can keep remembering it–will get me out there again in the next day or two.