Everything in me yesterday decided I was not running. The alarm went off 5 times before I dragged my ass out of bed. I then slowly got everything else ready for the day hoping I had no time to get my running stuff ready, but I had the time.
Then the whole drive in I talked myself out of it, I mean I hardly slept last night, I had a headache and I forgot my oatmeal.
Then I got to work and changed into my running gear. Stood inside for a bit, then walked out to the track. Each step I felt like I was carrying cement in my shoes. As I got closer to the track my feet kept getting heavier. Each step I tried again to convince myself to not run, it is to dark, it is starting to rain, the wind is freezing, then I stepped on to the track.
I kept telling myself we could take another day off, but instead I figured I would at least walk once around the track, I mean I did just get dressed and come outside.
Then after my warm up I heard my phone say begin your run. At that second it is like nothing else had even happened that morning. It was like every ounce of doubt, dread and exhaustion I was feeling slowly drifted away with each stride I took.
Today I realized I was a runner!
Once that the run was done I was happy I did not quit, well at least today I didn’t, tomorrow is a different day right?