Yesterday, I woke up to bright blue skies and sunshine. I was excited to run. The boys were at their grandparents’ house for the weekend which meant that I could go for a longish run without having to worry about being out of the house for too long.
I intended to run somewhere between 7-8 miles but ended up cutting my run short at 5 miles. I had to stop and walk a few times. Everything about the run felt hard and not fun. I was hoping that it would be one of those runs that starts off crappy but then turns into a brilliant run. No such luck.
I have been frustrated with my runs lately. Most have been blah and I can barely muster more than 5 miles. I haven’t felt the lightness in my step, joy or gratitude during my runs like I did in my initial post-surgery runs or like during the Broad Street Run.
Actually, I have been feeling the same way with yoga and most of my other workouts recently.
When I posted about my run yesterday on Instagram, people commented that they have felt the same while others reminded me that runs like this are normal and that I still got in 5 miles.
This got me thinking a bit. Have we become accustomed to having an “awesome” run or an “amazing” yoga practice each and every time? Are we expected to “kill” every workout? Is that what we’ve come to expect because that’s what we post and share on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram?
What about the lackluster workouts and experiences? Those can still be worthwhile experiences from which we can learn and grow. They help us appreciate the good runs/yoga practices/workouts even more. I’m not saying that we should not strive for great in our workouts and in our other life endeavors. But I do think that there is a difference between a healthy sense of striving and an unhealthy sense of perfectionism.
It’s all the experiences taken together that makes up the whole picture, not any one experience in isolation. That one run/yoga practice/workout doesn’t define us.
Do you always expect great?
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