On Monday, the first sentence of G’s blog said, “Discomfort is the price of growth.” This little nugget has been sitting with me since I first read it. In fact, this might be my new mantra, the headline of 2020 or maybe it’s just the entry fee to something better?
The reality is that when I read that little sentence I knew that I wasn’t paying the price. I knew that I was looking for the path of least resistance and trying to just get through this time without any additional pain. The truth is that I’m not in pain. I’m not sick, nor is anyone in my home. This quarantine has been inconvenient and we are sad to miss so many big celebrations with our friends and families, but that’s it. The reality is that our life is much slower, less expensive and whether I want to admit it or not…intentional. For example, If I don’t work out, I have CHOSEN that path. I didn’t get too busy and “run out of time.” I intentionally decided NOT to make time for my workout.
Now, sometimes I do forget what day it is and forget to post a quote so G has to bail me out and do it for me, but that is something else entirely.
So, I was talking about working out. The reality is that I walk the dogs at least 3 miles 5-7 days each week with my neighbor and I am committed to that time. It’s non-negotiable for the most part. Then I get home and I don’t want to run or lift weights so I do other things. I procrastinate the crap out of my day until I am actually out of time. I can’t even begin to tell you the number of times I have showered after dinner because I am still wearing my sweaty clothes from my morning walk. It’s ridiculous, but I can’t even trick myself anymore.
The reality is that I am not working out hard enough, I am not in a routine, I am not committed to anything and I spend too much time coasting through my days. I sleep in until 7:00 because it feels good and I don’t want to get up until I have to. I have neglected to do the things I have said I wanted to do because it’s UNCOMFORTABLE TO BEGIN AGAIN. It hasn’t always been this way, obviously. I know how to be committed to something and stick with a plan. So, I am coaching myself back to commitment.
It’s been a long couple of weeks for me, but I keep telling myself that discomfort is the price of growth. I started running again last week and I was ready to quit this week. I didn’t quit. I’m still going and this time I am committing to the discomfort until the endorphins take over.
I may even have to reinstate the Torture Report for some public humiliation…I mean, accountability.