It’s officially day two of running in the morning darkness. Precisely at 6:30am I stop all work, get on my gear– hat scarf, gloves and headlamp– yes, a headlamp, which my friend Libby gave me last summer so I could continue knitting into the evening darkness while on camping trips. However, I found a more immediate use.
Since winter began, it’s been tough getting myself motivated to head outdoors each morning, and it has put a damper on my attitude. I’ve talked about this dilemma on the Morning Cool Down and how I feel a bit like a fish out of water. I feel like my workouts have to change because of the weather and the darkness, but do they really?
My reasoning has been based on self-limiting behaviors and making excuses about the cold. Sure, it would be nice to migrate back to my Florida life this time of year, but then what would I have to practice and work against if things were so easy?
The catalyst for seeing the light and making the decision to not allow the weather to have any influence over my love for getting out there each morning was the most unexpected and simple exchange with a coworker asking about my workouts. I explained that the cold is bumming me out because I can’t go out for my morning run.
He paused and said: “huh” as if what I said was odd. It was in that moment that I realized that I was making assumption based on false beliefs and I was the only one holding me back. This person held up a mirror so I could see this obstacle, and that was all I needed for the switch.
Since this conversation, I’ve been heading out there in the darkness, and looking at my day with new eyes- just forget the cold and darkness is my mission, and to see the wintry beauty that is all around me.
No excuses. No thinking about this too much. Just doing it. What’s 30 minutes of discomfort compared to a day filled with regret? I’ll take the 30 minutes.