I admit it. I don't always want to run. It's not like every time I think about going for a run I am orgasmic. Especially if it's cold, gray, rainy, or windy or if I am tired, hungover, lazy or just plain unmotivated. I will say however:
I have never finished a run and wished I hadn't done it. I have never finished a run and felt worse than when I started (with the exception of the occasional stomach upset aka diarrhea and such, but you know what I mean).
The trick is to "just do it." (I just made up that slogan, I think it could be really big some day). The trick is to not think about it too much or you'll talk yourself out of it. Just go, dammit
Take today for example. The cards were stacked against me taking a run. The dog woke me up too early on a Sunday with a shrill bark. There were issues with the kids. I was slightly (only slightly) hungover. I tried to make reservations for an upcoming family trip and the computer went wacko and I charged $4,100 mistakenly. That put me in a foul, foul mood. I knew running might take me out of it, but I was struggling with that motivation factor.
Finally, I decided to go to the gym and run on the treadmill. We do have a treadmill in our house, but I wanted to get out of the house for a change of scenery (hoping it would be a change of mood). I got dressed, grabbed my iPod and headed out....to find out that you can't get into the gym on Sundays without an access card. WTF? Guess this is something you have to have on off hours and Sundays. I'm not so savvy. So I stood outside pulling the locked door so it made a lot of noise hoping someone would let me in. Nope. No good soul took mercy. So I put my head down and got back in my car, defeated.
I came home. The Superbowl was just starting. Hubby was grabbing his first beer. There was every reason to stay inside the warmth. I grabbed my Runner's World hoping to get inspired. Got a bit inspired and decided to head out. Changed into tights, grabbed the iPod for the second time. Headed out. Got into my groove, my pace. The sun was setting over the Rockies, the lake was gorgeous and literally 200 geese flew overhead honking their way, in formation, going north. I was glad I was out there. I felt better. And when my quick five miler was done, I had that feeling of "I'm glad I did that."
So when the odds are stacked against you and you're feeling too unmotivated to get out there - JUST GET OUT THERE. Don't give it too much thought. Just do it.