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Friday, February 7, 2014

I Went For A Run In The Rain

I woke up today feeling like I haven’t been active enough lately. So, naturally, I decided to sleep in another hour or so. Just to make sure I would have to hurry to class. I didn’t get to eat breakfast. It was a great start to the day. I sat through a few hours of class, sitting with horrific posture the entire time. A physical therapist would cringe. Trust me, I was raised by two of them.

My mom and dad are both physical therapists, and I grew up hearing stories about how they would bike up and down California together, and run marathons, and a bunch of other stuff that I won’t ever be in the shape to do. So, with physical therapists as parents, I always felt somehow compelled to be in shape. But I have never heard of a kid who happily followed in his or her parents footsteps.

Back to today. After I got out of class, I was excited to change this pattern of inadequacy. I even talked to a few friends about surfing Friday morning. The waves are supposed to be alright, and I don’t have class all day. So, I’m at home, and I have just changed into running clothes. Then it starts raining. Awesome. I’m not motivated enough to run in the rain. And you can’t surf after it rains. I read an article about a guy that was ambitious enough to do so, and he got some kind of strange infection. Needless to say, I am not willing to risk that.

To my surprise, it stopped raining. I guess I had to go at this point. Whatever. I went, and it was still raining a little, and felt happy with myself. Not happy with the fact that I was really out of shape. Like really bad. I was struggling to go the mediocre distance I set as a goal for myself. I won’t even list it here. It’s too embarrassing. But I was happy that I was able to motivate myself to do something physical. I used to be a runner. I used to surf a lot, and work out like all the time. I don’t know why I stopped. I guess laziness is easier. Easier by a huge margin.

So now I am sore and I am trying to get all this down in some sort of coherent manner. The world must know that I am going to become more active. I will tell my parents too. They will be happy. I could go on a rant about how our generation is lazy, and how I am lazy, and how our parents did a lot cooler things than we did, but that’s not really the point. What I learned today by forcing myself to do something that I didn’t feel like doing was that it is all about the individual. 

I know that I shouldn’t compare myself to my parents. But it helps me, so I’m going to do it. If that is what it takes for me to be healthier, then so be it.

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