I hate running.
I like sleep.
I used to do more of the former and less of the latter.
I ran more because that is what you do.
That is what health is, bearing down on the thing you hate and doing it.
WHO'S WITH ME?!!
I'd put my running shoes on, trudge outside, pick a jam that might distract me from the misery, and I would... jog. Sigh. Not EVEN a runner, a jogger. Man it sucked.
And sleeping. Sleep is for the weak!
I have too much to do.
I am really busy.
IF I SLEPT I WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO GET UP EARLY TO GET IN MY RUN AT THE ONLY TIME I CAN GET IN A RUN.
JEEZE PEOPLE. Do you not understand my life?
What if that sleep would do more benefit than that terrible awful run?
What if setting the alarm at a grueling time is doing more harm than good?
These were questions I had to figure out for myself.
I often hear people commend other people for getting barely any sleep, I hear contests of busyness, I hear people in awe their friends who crush the gym 7x per week.
What I commend is the person who is strong enough to listen to what the actually need.
To sleep when their bodies crave it.
To recover when their muscles beg for it.
To stop running if they hate it.
The people that really try to understand health and what that pursuit truly means.
That is what I find inspiring.