According to Wikipedia, "Inertia is the resistance of any physical object to a change in its state of motion or rest, or the tendency of an object to resist any change in its motion." I have been afflicted with inertia. I had a student teacher for a long time this past semester. I was sure that I was get tons accomplished and be refreshed and ready to go again when it was time. Nope. Not refreshed. Not eager. I did get some things accomplished, but not as much as I had hoped. And returning to full productivity was something of a shock. I was resisting the change of my rest.
On the other hand, on Saturday I had a good day. I woke up at a good time (which is to say, any time before 10am) and went for a run. When I came back, I made German pancakes. Yum. Then I headed out to the yard to do yard work--mostly cleaning up leaves and spraying dandelions. Next I came inside and prepared the young women lesson I was teaching on Sunday (whilst consuming a Jamba Juice). After I finished, Clint and I headed off to explore the new City Creek Center and grab dinner at Chili's. We stopped by the grocery store on the way home, and we then snuck in a couple episodes of New Girl. (Yes, I used snuck as a conscious decision.) While obviously some of the events of the day were for pleasure, I overall had a very productive day. It sure beat my usual Saturday of lounging around, procrastinating, and not accomplishing much besides running and going to the grocery store.
Of course, we can't over generalize this rule--I do tend to shut down when I am asked to do too much, but there is a lot of truth here. Success breeds success. Work breeds work. Effort breeds effort. Laziness breeds laziness. This is why over the summer I have had a few mopey meltdowns in my day--with nothing pressing to do, inertia completely takes over, and I become a simpering puddle of self-loathing. A feckless mess, if you will.
While on this topic, I have a confession. My half-marathon did not go as well as I had hoped. Granted, the weather conditions were not ideal--but I was nevertheless quite disappointed. My theory is that I put in the miles, but not enough FAST miles. I also think I didn't drink enough gatorade. Well, the point is, that I am trying to avoid letting my disappointment slide into negative inertia. Thus far, I am combating it--I ran hills repeats today! There's nothing like hill repeats to put someone in motion.
