focusing on feelings
leaves my heart reeling
and my goal becomes
a far distant dream
but when I instead
plan each step ahead
not as far
as it seems
I had an “aha” moment this morning. Yeah, that happens occasionally- but not as often as I’d like 🙂
I really wanted to start working out again- for no other reason than it’s good for your body to move. I needed to do something that was easy and didn’t require a lot of thought, so I decided to download one of those “couch to 5k” apps. I love those because it takes the guesswork out of your workouts. 3 days a week, all I have to do is start the app and get on the treadmill and it tells me when to run and when to walk. Easy enough!
Until this past week.
I have been doing this for 4 weeks now, and instead of getting easier- it is definitely getting more challenging. I haven’t missed a single workout, and I have run/walked every minute the app has told me to.
But this morning I got up and dreaded it. I knew I’d be running for even longer bursts today… and I was already tired before I even got out of bed! But I had already laid out what I needed to “get my workout on” the night before
“Stop thinking about how you feel, ” I kept saying to myself over and over. “Just do it!”
I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, and slipped on the headband. I went through all the steps… and then my oldest daughter saw me in the kitchen.
“What in the world are you doing?” she asked me when she saw my crazy head gear and my outfit.
“I’m trying to get in the mood to do the treadmill this morning.”
And as I had this conversation with her this morning, I was struck with the idea that my girls are always watching me. Not just what I say to them- but what I do.
I want to be a person of my word- someone who follows through. Someone who sets goals and accomplishes them. I always talk to the girls about how important it is to not to be led by their “feelings”… and here I was, ready to take the morning off from working out- simply because I didn’t “feel” like doing it.
But the simple action of doing what I had planned on doing the night before kept me on track.
My shoes were by my bed when I woke up. Headband was put on my night stand. And I slept in my workout clothes (yes- they were clean!)
So I went downstairs and as soon as I took the first step on the treadmill, it was like He was carrying me. He gave me every ounce of energy I needed to complete my goal.
I finished, and came upstairs to both girls sitting on the couch.
They asked how my run was.
It was hard, but good. It wasn’t easy- but nothing worth doing ever is!
And the best part?
My daughter said she’s going to get on the treadmill when she gets home today, too.
“Failing to plan… is planning to fail.”
Set your mind on things above- Colossians 3:2