Last night I was more than fine with not going for a run. Everyone needs a rest day right? After running 6 miles the day before (spilt between a morning and evening run), I decided to give my body a little break knowing that I am going to the gym tonight for weight training (and probably a treadmill run).
As I approached my front door I took a deep breath in and contemplated changing my mind and going for a short run. There is something about nice, warm weather that hypnotizes me, making me crave to stay outside. I ultimately decided to stay in, finished the first season of Orange Is The New Black (OMG can’t believe how it ended!), and ate some delicious mango Thai shrimp with brown rice.
While I was feel good last evening, my sister was sick as a dog on the couch. While I sympathized with her, I am NOT trying to get sick right now. I am happy she quarantined herself away from me, but her constant coughing and sneezing had me up all night. Between watching OITB and her coughing fits, the later it got, the more I realized I was not going to bed anytime soon. I was planned to run in the morning, so I knew I need to get a good night’s sleep. At the rate I was going, this was not happening. I turned off my computer only to turn it back on to muffle out the loud conversation she was having when her boyfriend got to my house around 12:30 a.m. It was sweet he came to take care of her, but with the TV blasting and them chatting, I must have told them to be quiet a million times.
I tossed and turned.
I somehow managed to fall into a deep sleep only to keep waking up what felt like every 30-minutes. Before I knew it my 5 a.m. went off. There was no way I was getting out of bed. As I curled deeper into my blankets, I told myself that I could skip this morning’s run. I am going to the gym tonight, my running devil whispered in my ear. The anti-motivational thoughts allowed me to drift back to la-la-land for a bit longer.
Thankfully, I set multiple alarms just in case. When my 6 a.m. alarm went off I again thought about snoozing in for another hour before getting ready for work. As I slowly began to wake up, the thoughts of my running angel filled my body, allowing me to somehow wake the sleepy from my eye and get outside.
I have found in my previous training that the times I really didn’t want to workout or go for a run wound up being my best workouts/runs. I somehow push through the negative wall and find something within myself to not only push but to push hard.
I found my run this morning exactly that. While I did want to run once I got up, I am kind of glad that I was telling myself not to. I let myself give an excuse—you’re going to the gym later—and gave myself time to process this. Once my brain was up and running, I found that my body wanted to as well. I feel better than I rested a bit more, I feel like running. I then questioned the excuse, thought about if it was a valid one, and made the right decision to go run. I was able to talk myself out of taking the easy road and sleeping in and motivate myself.
And I am so happy I did! Although it was only 2 miles, I ran an average pace of 10:39! Nothing feels better than working hard for something you want.
How was your workout this morning?