I’m a creature of habit. Sometimes too much so. To maintain my resolve to run, there’s no better way to stay motivated than to keep watch for ways to knock myself out of the ruts I’ve dug for myself.
If I’m always going left at that stop sign, it’s time to go right. I am always amazed at how easy it is to find a different road to explore.
If I’m used to running a 4-mile trail loop in the clear light of morning, I need to pop on a headlamp and run it the opposite direction in the dark. Just traveling the same old route in an unfamiliar direction is an invigorating experience.
If I am getting weary of flying solo, it’s time to plan an outing with my running buddy down in the city. A Sunday runday adventure with her is always revitalizing.
And if I feel like I am drifting aimlessly from workout to workout, that’s a warning sign I am ready to register for a race or set a short-term goal that’s somewhere between ridiculous and realistic.
In closing this post, I might usually google a quote on my general theme, like maybe that one about the insanity of repeating yourself and expecting different results, and figure out a way to weave it in.
But that’s my usual habit. So this time I will do something different.
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