So yesterday was kind of a rough day. Was in a foul mood for a lot of it, nothing seemed to go right, everything I said seemed to come out wrong and end up pissing somebody off. I got home and really didn't want to run. But after spending all day Sunday cleaning my exercise room, trying to build a good motivational space, I took a deep breath, got dressed and went downstairs. I tried to focus and rediscover that feeling of ease and happiness I got sometimes after a good run. I looked up at my whiteboard with the date of my Warrior Dash written bold and forced myself onto the treadmill.
Boy it took a bit to find that groove... buit I pushed and kept looking at that whiteboard. It was the first time I can say I really pushed myself for "training" for something. Like I see so many friends do, I reminded myself that it was something I wanted and 40 minutes on the Dreadmill was just part of the game. And it worked. I got a 34 minute run in plus brisk 5 minute warmup and cooldown walks. I'm still slow. Penguin slow. Turtle Slow. But that will come, I know. And at the end of it all, I felt that satisfaction I was seeking and my foul mood was better.
Funny how that works, huh?
Task for today is to decide on a program... "One Hour Runner" or "Gateway to 8K" probably.
So thanks to all my friends who reminded me to just get out there. Many of you don't know I'm running yet, or that I'm watching you, but I am. And you inspire me.