Secret confession time: I've missed two training runs since I started this journey to 13.1 miles. One was the day we drove to Kalamazoo to ride a boat and try jetskiing for the first time. The other was last Wednesday and my excuse is nowhere near as fun. I had to get to work early, which meant that I was going to need to get up even earlier than I usually do in order to have time to run, shower, and get ready for work. I had stayed up later than usual the night before and when my alarm went off...I just couldn't do it. I was tired, it was ruthlessly hot out, and I could not fathom running that morning. I halfheartedly told myself that I'd run after work that day. Ha. It was even hotter, and I was even more tired, and by the end of the day I didn't even entertain the thought.
No big deal, missing a run here or there, right? Well, kind of. It's not something I want to get into the habit of, especially since the only one who will suffer will be me, when I have to drag myself to the finish line with my fingernails because I've not prepared enough to trot merrily across it. I'm also undertaking this little run to prove to myself that I can set my mind on something, train, and actually follow through. Delayed gratification is supposed to be a very good thing to make yourself able to do. Or so I hear.
This morning I realllly didn't want to run. I mean, I never wake up and bound out of bed at the thought of running 4+ miles first thing in the morning on an empty stomach, but today I really didn't want to. We ate out at a Mexican restaurant last night and finished an entire pitcher of margaritas between the two of us. All that food and alcohol was still sitting heavy in my stomach when I headed out the door. At least it was relatively cool.
My run sucked, there's no way around that, but I have learned to try not to think about it very much. I just accept that I'm going to be running for the next 45-60 minutes and try to think about other things. After the first few jangly steps I usually find my stride and am able to space out and let my legs take over. When I finish a run by 8am I am happy knowing that I don't have to worry about it for the rest of the day. I know that I'll probably get up and do it all over again tomorrow and I don't think much about it either. I try not to entertain the thought that I have an option not to. After all, I'd only be cheating myself.
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