I love songs that pump me up. I love listening to the words and getting inspired. I mean, you should see me jam out to "Man in the Mirror" by Michael Jackson. It doesn't start off like a song that you'd really be pumped about but when you get to that chorus and you're talking about looking in the mirror and deciding the only person to make a change is you, wow. You should see me in the bathroom mirror. Hey, there's a video idea... Anyway, I've been in a major running funk lately. I don't know if it's that I run on a treadmill during the week and only outside on the weekend or if my during the week mileage is going up or what, but let me tell you. F-U-N-K.
On Tuesday I ran 4.5 miles. Now why this was such a horrible run I don't know or rather I don't remember at this point. All I know is that I was very glad it was over.
Wednesday brought a shorter three mile day. Yes, I just said "shorter three mile day". (Who am I?!?) I had reflected a bit as to what made the outdoors so much better than the treadmill beyond the obvious: it was the treadmill. When I run outside, I jam out to my music. No TV to try and watch. No other gym goer's music that doesn't fit my own. Just me and my jams. So I had decided that I'd try that. Maybe it would be enough to snap me out of it.
Well here's the deal. I hear people say that the first mile is always the hardest. For me, it's somewhere between mile one and two that makes the "just stop now" devil on my shoulder show up. So somewhere around 1.8 miles, I started fumbling with my phone to find that song that's been lifting me up lately. Cue Katy Perry, "Roar".
This song, like my beloved "Man in the Mirror" doesn't start out like a running song but you should see me when that chorus begins. I will serenade you while running, my friends, and I will lift your spirits in the process. I just listen to those words. That's right. I am a CHAMPION. I am doing something I never in my wildest dreams thought I would try to accomplish. I am running miles upon miles. I ran 62 miles in the month of March. That's CRAZY! So this song is dubbed my Power Song and it not only lifted me to the three mile mark that day but I kept going until 3.2. You know, just for shits and giggles, I guess.
I'd like to tell you I ran another 4.5 on Thursday on that dear treadmill. But I didn't. The universe was telling me I had other things to do and instead of fighting with myself all day because I "should" be doing this or that I used my childcare swap time with the neighbor to work on my new Shaklee business video. I used the morning to refocus on other important parts of my life. And yes, I could have ran when my husband got home that night. But again, I was pulled towards checking other things off my 'to-do' list like mopping the floor and going through more boxes, instead of running. There wasn't one speck of guilt attached to any of that. Those were things that needed to get done too and if my mental state needed a break from the treadmill then so be it. I'm hitting the trail again tomorrow with eight miles. Outdoors, of course. It says it will be 46 degrees by naptime, so cheers to that!
It's these mental moments that remind me that no matter what, somewhere deep down inside of you is a champion. Even when the world feels like it's crashing down, there's a tiger in there. Even when stress is to the max, there's a lion inside. Wanting to be louder. Wanting to be heard. Wanting to roar. It's up to you to harness that champion and roar towards something good, something better, something positively powerful.