Last week wasn’t a good week for training. I didn’t run at all. I mean, if I really wanted to, I could have, right? It’s all excuses. On Monday I went grocery shopping. On Tuesday I had drum lessons. I stayed late at work on Wednesday and had an exhausting day in the field on Thursday. On Friday I went to see Boyfriend.
On Friday night, as I ate the jellybeans I should not have bought, I thought, “I don’t feel like running tomorrow.” So on Saturday, I stayed in bed and then made breakfast with Boyfriend instead of running. It was nice and I tried not to feel too guilty about missing a run.
On Sunday morning, I woke up later than I’d expected (9:20), which meant I’d slept over 9 hours. “I MUST RUN TODAY,” I told myself. I procrastinated for awhile, but finally was out the door by quarter till 10.
The first ten minutes of the run were a little uncomfortable. It’s not like I couldn’t do it; it’s just that I didn’t want to. My knee hurt just slightly, too. But after I warmed up, I felt better and less tired. I ended up running close to 30 minutes, which is about a mile less than what I should have targeted. But all that matters is that I was out there and I did it. I’ll be much better about staying consistent this week.