that's what balance is all about

Ying and Yang talked exactly about  that - balancing between the good and the bad, the excitement and the relaxation - or in this case : running and smoking.

waking up

It's not easy.
the alarm clock is just doing its job, and you don't remember why. it's too early, and you feel so heavy, and you get into the first fight of the morning : to wake up and run, or not.

Ive published a thread in Runnersworld.com, where I asked - how do you convince yourself?
maybe i made a mistake - publishing it in the 'marathon' page : all of the answers sound like those people were robocops or something. 'i never give up running' , 'i never give up'... sounds so natural. but it's not. as i wrote before, i'm not that runner - i'm not the normal runner who just loves to run everyday, even though i took up the challenge of running half a marathon  - and i guess that there are other people out there who feel the same like me in the morning - people who are also moving from bummers into runners, while transforming the feeling of running itslef from bummer, into something fun.
so i found few things that helps me convince myself every-morning :
*Not thinking about it - sounds easy, but it's crucial. you just turn the self-pitty-mode, which is very casual when it's too early - and go for it.
*Music  - everyone has his own favourites. mine are rap songs. (favourie one for the moment : Roy Jones Jr. - cant be touched)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GoCOg8ZzUfg


If someone has any new methods of waking up in the morning, I'd be more than glad if you'd share it with me!

have a nice weekend!

Convincing yourself

Hey,
I ran 5 km today in 31 minutes. not that brilliant, but that's a start.

hard decision : to run or not to run?

The easy thing is to enjoy after you run, but it's getting harder and harder to manipulate yourself to go running.

Even though I only started writing here, I feel like it helps in kind of way. I feel like I'm fighting with the bummer and becoming more of the bummer.

What do you do when you don't feel like running, how do you manage to convince yourself - when yourself doesn't want? 

Who's the runner and what's the bummer

"There's a difference between knowing the path - and walking the path"

It's not the common runner's blog. I'm not a common runner. 

I don't have a super-slim-non-fat-body. I don't run a kilometer in less than 4 minutes. I don’t have long, runner's legs. Every time I go out for a run I have to convince myself - before, and mainly within the run - that I'm going to do it. 99 % of the time I don't feel any kind of fun during the run - only when I finish it.

 I actually love everything which is evolved - somehow - to the opposite of running : eating. sleeping. reading. watching tv. watching youtube. watching someone else does something while i do nothing. running  was never on that list.

Even Though, I've decided to run the half marathon.

I didn't like running when I was younger, But I had to run. When I served the army, I had no choice but to run. everyday. We'd wake up before the sunrise, and run about 3-5-10 km, uphill, carrying something - which was always unnecessary as uncomfortable - on our backs, and I remember the feeling of not being able to breath - like somehow your lungs shrunk, and there's not enough air you can consume. It was always hard, and the only fun moment I felt was when we came back . I've never imagined that I'd go and run out of my own free will. I've never believed that running can be something that fun. Maybe the reason that  I didn't like running in the army was because it didn't come from my own will, and maybe because it was almost too hard - like everything in the army - but it gave me something I wouldn't get nowhere else : fighting spirit. It made me a warrior - so I wouldn't stop running even if my legs would break and my shoes would set on fire. And now, when I go out and start running - it's still not as natural as it is to most runners - but I feel like I actually breath. 

So, that's the bummer - whatever I felt until now about running. 

So what made me wake up one day and convince myself that I'm going to participate the half-marathon - 21 km of running? 

I guess that I  have some answers - which I'll write about in the next post - but I still feel like I'm finding this one out. 

I'd keep posting about my biggest war - with myself - about quitting everything tomorrow and going back to be the bummer. 

It's the hardest commitment I've ever took on my self - for myself - and it'd be a war, with many big and small battles inside it - that I'd have to fight with myself.

Thank you for reading,

Gon

P.S, if your'e around - Hertzilya , Israel - you can stop by and come with me for a run.