On Motivation

When I first started running with Little Mishelle, my motivation was to not embarrass myself in front of her. This worked for the first half of the run. By the second half, I would slow to a haggard, limp/walk and she would power ahead. I stopped caring about not embarrassing myself and started caring more about not falling onto the road out of exhaustion and getting run over.

When I started running this time around, my original motivation was imagining Zayn Malik running in front of me, his adorable British ass and hair luring me to hotness. This worked for a while then I stopped liking One Direction so much. When I started delving into my ongoing cresh (creepy crush? Fetch?), my motivation was, "Must get hot to attract R to have his babies."

This worked for about two seconds but then my mind would wander to, "What should we name our children? What would they look like? Would they look half White or barely White at all? How many quarter White people do you see on the street? WILL HIS PARENTS LIKE ME?"

Then I would shake my head and think, "Get your shit together, gurl. You are behaving with reckless abandon." (I usually try to limit my fantasies to at least partially realistic.)

All this thinking took too much brain power and my legs would slow down to a trudge. This is not conducive to running well (and getting hot and attracting R and having his babies. I'm not so fussed about meeting his parents. We can elope).

I recently downloaded this app, Zombies! Run. I may have mentioned it before but it uses your GPS to track your running and then tells you if there's a horde of zombies running after you, thus urging you to run faster to avoid a painful death or necrotic misery. I really want to use it... but I have no device to attach my phone to my body and I'm also scared some lunatic (not a zombie) will attack me because I'm distracted by my running away from zombies (very real zombies).

There is no real message or moral point of this blog post. I just wanted to share some of my thoughts on motivation to exercise. For the most part, guilt is my main motivator. But also the "Get Hot" thing.

J