Today there wasn't one single ounce of me that wanted to get on a bike. I woke up tired, my body wanted to stay in bed and sleep.
I bargained with myself, I considered not going, I stalled for a while, but eventually I drug myself out to the garage and got on my bike. I think every muscle in my body rebelled today. My body did NOT want to take a bike ride. I made it to the park, I hit a mile and considered going home. I tried my therapy mind tricks, I made a mental list of all the things I was grateful for while I rode: the sun, the grass, my bike, the trees, the sound of birds...it didn't really help, lol. Then I decided to use the wise counsel of the 500 pound guy who rode his bike and lost all that weight and I forced myself to go one more mile when I thought I was done.
So I pushed myself to mile two, sat on a park bench and enjoyed the sun and then took another half lap around the park and went home. I ended up going 3.5 miles total, which is pathetic, but to tell you the truth, I'm proud of myself because it's 3.5 miles farther than I wanted to go. I worked hard for all 3.5 miles.
On my way home the Kelly Clarkson song What Doesn't Kill You came on my iPod and that song pushed me the rest of the way home. It was exactly what I needed to hear this morning.
I'm not going to be able to bike the rest of the week because we have some other things going that I'll tell you about later. Tomorrow is our 15th wedding anniversary (yay!)! I'm bummed that I won't be able to ride my bike for a few days and I hope that I don't lose the momentum, but I'll be back on it as soon as I can, even if I have to drag myself out there again and force myself to go. I can do this, even if it's hard!