But I did drag my butt off the couch for run time. Because the training schedule makes the rules. However, I do require motivation other than those black letters and numbers on crisp white paper...here are a few things that help me find that extra boost when the last thing my legs want to do is to keep running.
1. Elderly runners. Crossing paths with any other runner always makes me feel a sense of kinship and camaraderie. As in, "Hello there, other person whose legs and lungs are exploding. I salute you in our joint pursuit to torture ourselves. Good luck and I hope you don't step in a dog bomb!" But elderly runners have all of my respect. If Grandmas and Grandpas can get out there and run, I have absolutely no excuse.
2. An excellent song. My motivation level drops from 100 to nada when I'm not able to listen to my jams. I'm sure this significantly lowers my street cred as a legitimate runner, but so be it.
3. The smell of fast food. I know. It's weird. I don't even like fast food and the scent of french fry grease and fried chicken wafting into my nostrils as I speed past sort of makes me want to vomit...but in a good way? Like it's my bodies way of validating my decision to exercise it instead of feeding it a load of poo. You're welcome, body.
4. Traffic. Whenever I'm feeling lazy, I try to plan my route down a busy street. I always run faster if I know lazy strangers in vehicles are watching and judging me. Vain? Yes. Effective? Also yes.
5. Moms with jogging strollers (extra points for double strollers). If your legs can propel multiple people on a run, my legs can most definitely propel my singular self.
6. Knowing I get to cross another run off the list when I get back to the apartment. It's the little things.
What motivates you to exercise? Do share.