For the past year and a half I’ve cycled 30k three times a week. Every cycling morning I have to tell myself “no excuses” as I come up with excuse after excuse after excuse to not go out. I hate about 3/4s of the cycle. I hate the short sharp hills. I hate the warm up. I hate when it is even the slightest bit windy. I hate when it gets cold enough to need gloves <most of the year>
BUT.... I love how it makes me feel afterwards plus I can eat so much more than I used to be able to. I love the long flat stretches where I can sprint. I love all the regular dog walkers <shared cycle/walking path> who I meet and chat to on most cycles.
It’s not the cycling. In fact, I tolerate cycling much better than any other exercise I’ve tried over the years and it’s the only one I’ve managed to stick with.
I post quite a lot about running. But for the first 9-12 months I did it solely out of duty (as it was the only exercise I could fit in), still disliking it even though I felt better for doing it (and it 'paid' for the calories for booze and the odd takeaway).
I have come to enjoy it now though. Well, most of the time.
I love excercising stupidly early in the morning then it’s done and I can enjoy the rest of my day. DH has started to complain at me though because I accidentally wake him when I get up so I’m having to do it later.
I hate it because I’m lazy but I love the results it gives me and I do like getting lost in the zone. Weirdly, I love the feeling of sore muscles the next day, knowing that I’m getting stronger.
I hate my DH as he loves working out and I wish I could be like him.
However, on rest days I miss it and get ants in my pants and don’t want to keep still.