I've got a serious case of the running blahs. It's been dragging on for months. When you've been a runner for more years than you've not been one, I think going through some "blah" phases is inevitable, but I've let this get out of hand. A phase such as this tends to happen at least a couple of times a year, especially in the winter months. However I usually snap out of it within a couple of weeks and get back to running. This time that's not what's happening. It dawned on me sometime last week that it's spreading and has become the life blahs.
If you're wondering what the running blahs are, it's where you just quit caring for awhile and can't even seem to force yourself to do it for your own good. Now you might really wonder how this works when someone both has the running blahs and is also maintaining a running streak. (I hit 600 days back in December...didn't notice...didn't really care once I did) Well you just do your one mile minimum day after day to technically satisfy the requirements and that is all. You quit putting forth any real effort.
This all started back in November. Two months now and I can only think of maybe three times before the last few days where I ran more than a mile. I'm seriously embarrassed to admit this, but it's the truth. When the running blahs began, I was actually feeling pretty energized and excited about life. I had just passed the exam for my real estate broker's license, had a few great employment offers almost immediately, and we were getting ready to travel for Thanksgiving. Unfortunately since then, things have mostly come to a standstill. I'm still waiting on my license to actually be issued due to my fingerprint background check still being pending. It's all hurry-up-and-wait where me getting started working is concerned. Also when we made arrangements to travel for Thanksgiving, I was earning an income babysitting, but that abruptly ended right after the plane tickets were booked. So the trip put us into a financial hole from which we just can't seem to get out. We didn't even do Christmas for the kids in the sense of gift-giving.
I think my anxiousness, turned into frustration, and then finally to the life blahs. Not caring about anything might be making it easier to cope? Since I now realize what's happening though, it's time to turn things around. The kids deserve more than a mom who's blah about everything and not putting forth more than the minimum effort. And I should be putting more than the minimum effort into my running as well.
The past couple of days have been a good start. I've actually done some real running and been doing more fun things with the kids. Now to gain some momentum and charge ahead with running and with life!