“Excuses are the nails that built the house of failure.” That was a quote from my brother’s college lacrosse coach that I’ve used frequently over the years. Mostly to guilt trip people into going out for a night of drinking and general shenanigans but that’s neither here or there. What I should have done is turn that sentiment towards the way I viewed not eating like I’m in a constant pie eating contest and treating working out and general exercise like it was the plague. But over the past 10ish months, I have put aside the excuses and put the work in, for the most part.
I’ve noticed something while I’ve been running lately; the times have been improving but the distance hasn’t been nearly as consistent. It may simply be that I’m trying new variations on my usual route to try and spice things up a bit. It could also be I’ve been placing more emphasis on weight training and neglected the running portion. Or it’s as simple as life gets in the way and I can’t run as often as I would like. I personally take issue with the last option for one reason- it’s pure poppycock.
Excuses are your own worst enemy. They seem like perfectly rational reasons for putting something off and try again tomorrow. But that’s also how you fall into the procrastinator’s trap and the next thing you know you’re almost 30 and are identifying with the plight of Fat Bastard from the Austin Powers movies on a personal level. The “I eat because I’m unhappy. I’m unhappy because I eat. It’s a vicious cycle.” That plight. Not the plight involving Mini-Me and baby back ribs.
Back on point. It takes something relatively big, a doctor’s appointment where they go over the real health related risks of staying that weight; or something seemingly trivial but stays with you, like being called a boulder when a drunk jack wagon is trying to muscle past you on an escalator at a Flyer’s game to make you put aside the excuses and make the time for the things that matter. Whether it’s taking the first steps towards a healthier lifestyle, meal prepping more frequently, or in my present case get back out there and get the stamina back up and do more 3+ mile runs, excuses only hold us back from accomplishing the goals we set for ourselves. Excuses are a sign that we are only human. They are our way of maintaining our quaint little comfort zone bubble and for the most part we are perfectly OK with that. But that’s the thing, excuses don’t actually lead you towards your goals, you just wind up stuck in the same rut, doing the same things, and the wonder why you are miserable all the time. So, throw the excuses aside and go out for a run. I know it sucks at first but trust me, it’s therapeutic.
And that’s my long winded way of saying I need to run more to improve my 5K time.