I was so proud of myself. If you've been reading my posts, you'll know that I've been in the best place running that I've been in a very long time. I had my routine down to a science, and it was working. So why "was" I so proud of myself? My routine changed. Over the past couple months, I've been traveling. A lot. Like, more than not. Suddenly, I didn't have access to the same treadmill or the same neighborhood route at the same time each day. I wish I could tell you that I adapted, worked with what I had, and ran some new routes. I didn't. I stopped. If I couldn't run at 12:32pm every day, I didn't run. The end result was being able to count my runs over 6 weeks on one hand.
I flew in last Friday to some rain, beyond frustrated with myself and the weather. I found myself driving directly from the airport to the gym. I parked in a different spot, and I didn't get on my usual treadmill. Instead of plugging my headphones into the TV and telling myself I was going to run for 45 minutes, I plugged into Pandora and said I was going to run for 10 songs. I was completely out of my comfort zone...and I ran for 55 minutes without even realizing it. I can't pinpoint why I was able to finally change it up, but now I have the confidence that the next time I travel, I'll be able to adapt and get my runs in. #committed
Do you have a routine? How do you adapt when your routine is interrupted?