when you don't feel like working out - listen
I woke up yesterday with zero interest in running.
None. Nada. Zilch.
The plan was there—I went to bed fully intending to log a few miles. But when morning came? I just wasn’t feeling it.
Now, if I had been in the middle of marathon training, I would’ve laced up anyway. Begrudgingly. Muttering something about why I pay actual money to suffer through training while everyone else is sleeping in.
But yesterday wasn’t about a plan. So instead?
I grabbed Topanga, headed to the park, tossed the ball, and came home to do some slow, sunny Pilates with the morning light streaming through the windows.
And honestly? It was perfect.
the old me would’ve freaked
A few years ago, skipping a run would’ve sent me into a guilt spiral.
I would’ve spent the whole day negotiating with myself:
“You didn’t earn breakfast.”
“You better skip dessert tonight.”
“You’re falling behind. Fix it.”
I wasn’t running because I wanted to. I was running because I didn’t trust my body—and I definitely didn’t feel safe in it.
that’s diet mentality in disguise
Here’s what I’ve learned (and maybe you need to hear this too):
Movement should never be punishment.
You don’t have to earn your food.
You don’t have to micromanage your body like it’s a project in progress.
You don’t have to run just to feel a little less awful about yourself.
Diet culture taught us to obsess over calories burned, food "justified," and mirrors that never reflect enough progress.
But what if you moved because you wanted to?
What if the workout was about connection—not compensation?
respect starts with choice
Choosing not to run yesterday wasn’t laziness—it was self-respect. It was listening. It was trusting that my body didn’t need to be pushed to be worthy.
And here’s the funny part:
Later that afternoon, I did go for a run. Not out of guilt. Not to “make up” for anything.
The sun was shining, my body felt good, and I just wanted to move.
I smiled the whole time.
Because this time, the run came from freedom—not fear.
