I admit it’s not an easy thing to understand.
Why do it, if it causes you so much anxiety?
Why do it, if you don’t seem to enjoy it?
Why do it, if it comes with so much pain?
Yesterday, as I headed out the door to go on my weekly longish bike ride I felt like I wanted to cry. I was feeling cold and I was sick of the cold. I’m generally burnt out (I’m in desperate need of a holiday) and tired. I’d much rather just laze about under a warm blanket and watch crap TV on my comfortable couch.
This morning I forced myself out of bed, got dressed, foam-rolled my legs to try to wake them up, and instead of taking my time to say hello to the world by eating breakfast in my robe and getting some caffeine into my system, I ran out the door to do my medium-length weekly run.
When I was cycling across Europe two years ago, I blogged a lot about my daily anxieties; so much so that a friend asked, “Are you sure you should be doing this?”
The answer is yes.
I can think of a few reasons why.
Most importantly, I refuse to allow anxiety and an inner tendency towards laziness to take over my life. (more…)