Special motivational tools: one of my favorites, in the winter, is just using the silly, vain, childish part of me that absolutely loves being a badass.
It was 7 degrees out this morning for my run. That's layers and layers of clothes and even a hat on, over my headband. When I stepped out the door, I instantly felt cold pressing, squeezing in, searching for any tiny crack in my wall of warm clothes...any place of access. The air I sucked in through my face warmer was still painfully cold.
Happily for me, I am a major heat producer when I move at all. By the half-mile mark, my body was pushing so much heat OUT that cold couldn't even begin to approach me. So much that I had to whip my hat off, to bring the temperature under my face warmer down to something like reasonable.
It was not an easy run. I missed Friday's and Monday's runs, due to company being here and me just busy enjoying them. That means it's been A WEEK since I ran. My body told me about that, from start to finish. I came home drowned in sweat, out of breath, and my legs feeling like lead.
Know what? I finished.
Which makes me a badass. LOL
If you don't agree, that's okay with me. I wasn't asking. LOL