I used to be...
“ I used to get up every morning at 5am to workout.”
I caught myself in mid sentence last week while having a conversation with Raymond about why I haven’t been jogging. Which, by the way, is one of my favorite things to do.
“ I used to run often when I lived at my apartment and then when I lived with you. Remember when I was training for my first 5K, gosh that was fun!”
This was followed up with a ton of excuses as to why our current home situation isn’t providing the right atmosphere to foster my love of jogging. Coupled with something about being too busy.
Then I began to have an out of body experience. It was as if I was sitting in the chair beside me, watching myself spew out all these excuses and reasons as to why I wasn’t running and then why I wasn’t working out, and then and then.
I so desperately wanted to put my hand over her mouth and say “SHH! That is ENOUGH!”
So yesterday I laced up my tennis shoes and I drove myself to my favorite part of town. And I ran. For 20 glorious minutes. I was sweaty, my face was the color of beets, and my heart was happy.
During that hot and clunky run (did I mention I haven’t ran in months?!), I had a thought:
If I used to do, then I can do it now.
So simple, yet so profound for me. I declared to myself, “I refuse to be the used to girl!”
Did you used to be organized, but then you had kids and life happened?
Did you used to love reading but stopped because you can’t seem to “find” the time?
Fill in the blank: “ I used to _________________.”
Let’s blow off those excuses and reasons. And just do it. Lace up the tennis shoes. Open the book. Call the friend. Clean out that closet!