I started running again this week and it has left me wondering why we often put off doing things that are not only good for us, but that we actually enjoy. I actually quite like running. I’m not sure about outside running, and I’m probably not marathon material, but I love to have a good plod on the treadmill. Not only is it never as painful as I think it’s going to be, but I always feel fantastic afterwards. I can start running with no energy and feeling flat, and when I’m done I feel loaded with energy, even though it should technically work the other way round.
It’s just getting started that’s the problem. Even though experience tells me that I’ll enjoy it, some part of my brain says no to getting started every time. I’m still trying to figure that one out.
Not much else going on here, things are gradually winding down towards Christmas. I managed to write another 2000 words this week, and have finished another 2 quilt tops.