I’m On The Naughty Runners List

I’m definitely going to get coal in my running sneakers this Christmas, Modern Philosophers.

As you can tell by the lack of any running posts, it’s been a while since I put on my running toga, laced up my sneakers, and hit the road.

This has definitely earned me a spot on the Naughty Runners List!

I really don’t have a good excuse.  I’ve simply been lazy and have had no desire to run even though it’s clear I’m out of shape and putting on weight.  I can usually get myself to go running outside, even in December, but this year it’s just been so cold and snowy.  I hate going to the gym, and despise it even more when I’m not in running shape.

Again, it’s not a good excuse.  If hundreds of Santas can find the time to run during the Christmas Season, one Modern Philosopher should be able to as well.

I thought it might help if I went onto the blog and berated myself in front of my loyal followers.  This public humiliation might be exactly what I need.  I hate that I allow myself to get so lazy, which makes all the hard work I did over the Summer seem like a waste of time.

I took a few days off after Christmas, so I’m hoping that during that time I can get myself back into an exercise routine.  I have been doing a little something over the past couple of weeks, and did it again tonight when I got home from work…

I jump rope.  It’s not the same as running 5 miles, but at least I’m working up a sweat a few nights a week.  I’ve always been lifting weights again, which is a good sign.  The fitness fan inside me might be there because I ate him, but at least he’s still alive and fighting to escape from under all the new weight.

Maybe I need to be visited by the Ghosts of Running Past, Present, and Future.  The Ghost thing worked for Scrooge, so why wouldn’t it do the same for me?

Being visited by thinner, sweaty versions of myself could be very inspirational.  Of course, the Ghost of Running Future could just be me dead of a heart attack from not working out.  I bet that would get my ass up off the couch and out on the street.

Feel free to nag me, Modern Philosophers.  Get me to run again.  Help me remember that I enjoy the runner’s high and the way I feel about myself when I’m thin and fit.

I think getting myself back into the shape I was in before The Girl Who Was My Running Partner went off to school would be the best Christmas present I could give myself.

Here’s hoping I get what I want for Christmas…