Newton's first law

Although I decided in my head a couple of weeks ago that I would defer my place in the marathon until next year, it was only today that I officially withdrew.  I'll get an email sometime before the beginning of June asking if I want to run in 2013 ; as of now, though, I'm in marathon limbo-land.  (Limbo as in being unclear, not as in the dance.  My flexibility hasn't improved that much.)

Mini Magnums=Mini Calories.  Really.

I seem to have lost that running feeling.  I don't have any definite running goals now because...well, because I can't run and have no idea when I'm going to be able to again.  I know that my much-reduced cardio sessions are important for my rehab and that they, therefore, have a purpose.  Most days, I've been able to motivate myself enough to carry on with the programme; recently, though, I just haven't cared.  I haven't been to the gym since Monday and I haven't done any stretching since Tuesday.  And I've eaten entirely too many cakes, cookies, and mini-Magnums.

I'm very good at doing nothing; it's my natural state and, in the absence of any external forces (e.g. needing to earn a living), I'm quite happy drifting through life, not doing anything more than the absolute minimum required to get by (actually, that applies to earning a living as well).  Running is one of the few things that I'm prepared to put effort into, but it has to be consistent effort.  Otherwise, I quickly revert back to Inertia Woman.  Having goals - whether they are time, distance, or race goals - motivates me.  Faffing about for 15 minutes on a cross-trainer doesn't.

I know, I know - positive thinking; getting better all the time; change my goals to fit my current abilities; yadda yadda yadda.  I'll drag myself back into that mode tomorrow.  For now, I'm having a glass of wine and another piece of cake.