It is a beautiful day here in Maryland. I went running earlier. It wasn’t the time I had initially set aside for running. I wrote for an hour, saw sunshine coming through my windows, and decided to go running. Why wait? The opportunity presented itself to me to get outside and be active, and I did.
I haven’t had to fit my work life into regular office hours in a long time. I still remember the guilt that I would feel taking time off. As if I didn’t work hard while I was there. I most likely could have gone for a run, and no one would have said anything. Still, the stress of someone (me) thinking that I wasn’t working hard was there.
Yet, out on my run this morning, I had that guilt. My thoughts wander, and they go immediately to the ‘I should be working.’ And then my brain was off on the journey of ‘you name it, I should be doing that,’ instead of running. It’s a very annoying feedback loop that my brain loves to play.
It’s a good thing that I can argue with myself while running. Otherwise, people would have seen a fascinating one-person brawl in the middle of the road. I had to push that thought away. I mean, focus on getting that to stop. Why am I feeling guilty? For taking time for myself? For exercising?
Please. There is no better time than now.