Last night I was blatantly reminded what shut up and run means. Some people don’t “get” the title of this blog. They think I am trying to be funny or edgy or rude. Not really. If I wanted that, I’d have named this blog “Dicks and Donuts,” or something cool like that.
I remember the day back in 2009 when I had first started this blog under it’s original name, “Run with Me.” Nothing wrong with the name except that it put me to sleep. I wasn’t necessarily looking to re-name the blog, but sometimes the flow of life morphs from a trickle to Niagara falls, and voila! divine intervention.
When I started training for my first marathon in the fall of 2008, I can't tell you how many people told me:
- I wish I could do that. I'm too lazy.
- I could never run a marathon. I don’t have the time.
- I don’t run. It’s too hard for me.
- I wish I could run/exercise/lose weight, but I’m just not motivated
Every single time, I thought: What bullshit. What excuses. And, no, I’m not perfect either.
Granted, not everyone has to run a marathon, but I never understood why people who wanted to exercise were not doing it. It’s not rocket science. You get out and do it. You turn off your brain that is feeding you rationalizations and you get out there. You shut up and run.
Ever see a double-below-the-knee amputee running a marathon or completing an Ironman? That’s shut up and run.
Do you know someone who works full time, has a family, but gets up at 4:00 a.m. every morning just to make sure his/her running happens? That’s shut up and run.
I’m sure I’m not the first or only one to use the phrase. Never said I was. I did, however, invent “Just Do It.”
ATEOTD (At The End Of The Day – most overused phrase ever), we are responsible for our lives. No one can or should do it for us. If your life is not what you want it to be, it is your fault. It is my fault. I don’t care what hand you’ve been dealt, being a victim of your circumstances gets you nowhere.
Back to last night - an acquaintance came up to me – someone I have only met once or twice when our kids played sports together. She told me she had heard about my blog, but had never read it. She still has never read it (what’s wrong with her?).
She told me that when she learned that the title was Shut Up and Run, she didn’t really get it. What the hell does SUAR mean? She looked at her own life and realized that for years she had wanted to run, but did not and could not. After she had kids, every time she would try to run, she’d pee herself a bit. Shut up and run. Shut up and run swirled around in her head. She realized that she’d used the pee thing as an excuse. She knew she could buy pads and run and that it wouldn’t matter if she peed a bit. She’d be running, something she loved and found totally invigorating. And, now she runs and pees and is ecstatic. She shuts up and pees!
At any moment we have a choice to buy our excuses and let ourselves off the hook, or we can stop doing the same thing we’ve always done (listened to our own bullshit) and do whatever it is we know we need to do.
What’s your biggest excuse for not exercising, losing weight or whatever it is you want to do but aren’t? My excuses, past and present, are usually that I think stuff will just happen and I don’t need to try to make it happen. I wait around too much.