I’ve been terribly neglectful of my gym lately (thus increasing the “value” of each visit exponentially, to the point that my visit last week was, in theory, worth $35). Considering the beautiful weather we’ve had here in NYC, I wouldn’t be shocked if a few tumbleweeds hadn’t set up in the cardio areas. This week has been a runner’s dream and I’ve tried to max out my enjoyment. Sunday was 4 miles with Melissa (plus 1 mile to meet her); I ran a quick 6 on Monday evening with Lindsey; and I met Liz for a fun 5.25 early Tuesday morning. Today was a rest day and I have some awesome running plans in the works for tomorrow.
But what about my weekend exercise plans? Lest we think we lived in southern California, or, you know, any place with sun more than 40 days/year, we’re looking at a wet and rainy weekend here in the Big Apple. Rather than letting my running plans flood into the sewers along with the rain, I’m heading back to the gym. And this time, I’m going to keep a positive attitude about running on my little hamster wheel.
I was talking to a friend recently about my toughest marathon training run and, without hesitation, I told her about my 22 23-mile treadmill run last Fall. There’s probably no way I could convince myself, or any sane person, that 4 hours on a treadmill can be fun, but I’m sure much of the experience can be shaped by attitude. On my way to the gym for that run, I griped and moped about chaining myself to a machine for 4 hours. I hated every green light that brought me closer to my fate. I’m certain I referred to the “dread”-mill as an element of torture at least a dozen times in the 10-minute cab ride.
This weekend, I’m bringing none of that negativity to the gym. Instead of trudging through the rain to slog through some miles on the dreadmill, I’m going to skip through puddles (in rain boots, not running shoes!) on my way to a date with my “treat”-mill. Is this perhaps a horrendously cheesy ploy to manipulate my own brain? Quite possibly. I’ve always heard that positivity begets positivity, so I’m going to treat my workout as, well, a treat! For 60 blissful minutes, I’ll focus on my stride and posture, unencumbered by pace calculation. I’ll flip through TV channels (MTV if I’m alone, CNN if I have a neighbor) and enjoy the time I’m spending on my body, my strength, my health. I’ll appreciate the luxuries of my gym and remind myself of how fortunate I am to be able to have such a treat in my life!
How do you spin a positive attitude in your life?