It’s Saturday morning and I’m supposed to do a long run, but the resistance is whispering loudly in my ears this morning. It would be so easy to just get comfortable on the couch with a warm beverage and a glowing screen that promises hours of mindless distraction. What’s harder is remembering why I want/need to go running when I’m not even getting ready for anything in particular. I know the answer is that I need to be consistent in “getting ready to get ready”, but that doesn’t make it any easier to actually do it.
It’s wet out there and I wish the trails were closer. But these are just excuses. I could do it tomorrow, but that’s just putting it off. It is all about my resistance to doing what I know is best for me, the resistance against doing what is difficult or uncomfortable. I resisted getting out of bed this morning. I resisted the idea of meditating for a full 30 minutes, and now I’m resisting going out for more than a short jog around the block. What is easy for me is rarely the right thing for me to be doing.
Today, it’s a long run I am avoiding. Tomorrow it might be starting work on redesigning my website. The resistance is relentless. It halts me in my tracks and won’t let go. Unless I push back. Unless I remind myself that although resistance wants me to be comfortable, that does not make it my friend. On the contrary, whatever resistance tells me I should not be doing is probably exactly what I should do.
I guess it’s time to put on my shoes and go for that run.
Based on the ideas of Steven Pressfield as articulated in his book Do The Work