3 miles = 2 miles + 1 mile
However, 4 miles = 2 miles + 1 mile + oh-you-gotta-be-kidding-me miles.
In other words, the idea of running, jogging, even just trudging 4 miles is very intimidating. It's a lot farther than 3 miles.
So I'm trying not thinking of it like that.
I tell myself I'll jog two miles. Twice.
I tell myself it's okay if I walk for a minute or two.
I tell myself to do whatever it takes, anything that breaks this mountain down into pieces that I can climb. Then I'll do a bit more.
Note: The phrase 'extra mile' is poetic license. I've been extending the distance in 1/2 mile increments, but that doesn't sound very poetic. My mind doesn't do things by halves: it considers a 3.5 mile jog as the same as 3. (Mental rounding?) But the mental adjustment involved in going 4 miles takes a lot more effort than in preparing my mind to go 3 miles.
Exercise du jour: Jog 4 miles. Or 2 miles and then 2 miles. Or jog 1 mile... 4 times.
Update du 8:30 pm: If it weren't for the fact that I posted this exercise goal up here (for all the world to see), I would probably not move at all. (It's been a rotten day.) Yet I know that after I've gotten off my butt and done the workout, I will be glad I did. Why do I need to force myself to do exercise?
That was a far better experience than I'd expected. I ran out of a lot of things on this run. First, I ran out of excuses. Then I got into a rhythm. I ran out all the frustration that had been built up all day. And I ran out of all the anger at things that could've been handled better. Then I ran out all the caffeine I'd been using to keep myself going. I begin to see why people get addicted to this running stuff. Taking the time to exercise gave me a chance to get back to myself. Sometimes you can spend the entire day giving yourself to others, trying to meet their expectations. This was a chance to relax and regroup.