A Love/Hate Relationship
So I started running again. Yes, started. I hadn’t run any distance to speak of or with any consistency since last December. Oh, I ran a mile here, a mile there over the summer but that was it. My excuses were plentiful. Too hot, too busy, too tired. Worthless, every one.
Then I started again because I forced myself to register for a 5K on September 25. And now I can’t stop. I’m obsessed.
But I’ve noticed something, come to a conclusion. My relationship with running is love/hate. When I’m not running I hate it, don’t like the thought of it, and have no motivation to do it. Believe me, the excuses come easy.
But when I force myself to set aside my loathing and actually get my rear off the sofa and run suddenly I’m in love all over again. Day after day I must run, I’m compelled, even obsessed. When I miss a day I find myself out of sync.
Then I realized how much that is like spending time in God’s Word. Not that I hate reading it, please don’t hear me saying that. But when I’m not reading it regularly it’s easy to stay in that rut, easy to come up with excuses and find other things I’d somehow rather be doing. Then, when I get into a routine, spend regular time with God, suddenly I need it like I need air.
So how about you? What do you have a love/hate relationship with? (And please don’t say your spouse).