I had a terrible run on Friday. It was forced, and achy, and just all around not a good time.
Saturday morning I woke up just not feelin' it.
So I skipped.
Sunday, was supposed to be my rest day but I got my butt out of bed.
I put on my running clothes, went downstairs, poured a cup of coffee, ate my yogurt, and sat in front of the TV and watched an entire Planet Earth DVD.
Then the Vegas Race.
Seriously. NASCAR on a 65" TV. It's like you're driving!
Then I did some yard work. Moved the fire pit to a "prettier" spot.
Burned some brush. Made a mulch box. Chased the horses. Played with the puppies.
Basically everything that I've been putting off since we moved.
I've totally talked myself down. I'm just not feeling it. I don't want to run. In fact, I'm dreading it, but I know if I don't that I'll make an excuse every single day and never get back in the game (or my cute shorts.)
So, I went home. I started dinner. I changed into my running clothes, and down the road I went.
Warm-up: stretching the shoulders, talking myself up, breath-in breathe-out.
Run 3 walk 1: singing Free Fallin' makes 4 minutes pass quickly.
Run 3 walk 1: feeling pretty good.
Run 1 1/2: up a big ass hill.
Curse myself for thinking I could run up that hill, after 2 days off, and not want to lay down and die at the top.
Walk 45 seconds: until the world stops spinning, calves stop screaming, and the fire in my lungs is extinguished.
Run 5!: downhill momentum is a beautiful thing.
Run 4: to impress the
I did it! I got back out there and ran.
I Am Wonder Woman!
I was back in time to finish making dinner before the Cowboy got home.
A bottle of water. Meat, Rice, Veggie.
A (honestly, just one.) (large.) glass of "Mommy Juice".
By 8:00, I was dead to the world!
and I feel AWESOME!