It has only taken me five months to find this statement truly true. Yes, before this morning there were a few times when I didn't run and I should have but I never really felt guilty about not going. Until today.
My alarm went off at 04:31 like always. I let it snooze a few times while I checked Facebook, my email and the weather on my phone like I always do. I changed into my running clothes and then went to the bathroom like I always do. But once I made it to the kitchen I just decided that I didn't want to go and started being really slow about half-assing getting ready for my run. Then, "Oops--it is too late to go. Guess I will just have to sleep a bit on the couch until it is time to get ready for work." Which is exactly what I did, covered up with my favorite afghan and curled up with some pillows. When I finally got up, that's when the waves of regret hit me. Yes, I should have run this morning. I was not running that late, and I could have even gone for 3 1/2 miles instead of the 4 I was planning. That would have been better than the zero miles I actually went.
Maybe this evening I will head out for a short run. I can hit the hills and feel like I am doing double duty. But, I also have to run tomorrow morning and Thursday morning. No races this weekend, but I really should work in my short recovery run to make sure my milage is increasing each week. That's an easy run--as long as I actually get out and run.
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