I'm pretty laid back. It's one of the best things about me and one of the worst things about me.
On the plus side: Growing up in a family where four teen girls shared a single bathroom, it served me well in terms of staying out of drama. That's not to say I couldn't join in the estrogen-fueled hysterics of four pubescent siblings under one roof , but really, for the most part I've always been pretty happy to just go with the flow. I'm a great team player and a great listener. I'm perfectly happy to be the support crew rather than the star. I like to have my roll and be left to it. I get along with most people regardless of their political and religious views, because I just don't care to argue about much of anything.
On the negative side: sometimes laid back = lazy. I know I'm supposed to wear make up to conform to some society standard of beauty. I own make up. I know how to use it. I really can't be bothered to take the time to apply most days. The same goes for hair dryers and flat irons.... I've got em' but I don't really feel any pressing need to deviate from my comfortable bare skin and pony-tail. My mom puts on make-up to run to the pharmacy to fill a prescription. I consider it an accomplishment to put on actual shoes, instead of Crocs or flip-flops. I'm honestly just not that concerned with the cashier's perception of me. I feel the same way about exercise. Honestly, I just want to stay the same size so I can keep on wearing the same jeans I bought five years ago, because going shopping for new ones is a pain, and I can't get the ones I like on Amazon.com yet.
So the big question becomes HOW to motivate this unmotivated runner. The answer is simple. Piss me off. A girl made me mad about my husband's dog training techniques and I went home and taught my dog to fetch a beer from the fridge - seriously. Another person told me that I couldn't do a half marathon (in an irritating way) and so I decided I would.... And now I have to because I can't let that person be right.
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