And it had been awhile.
After I backed down from the full marathon to the half, I had my sad. And then it snowed. And then it was cold. And then work started sucking. And then I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW.
Excuses are like asses.
My schedule got off – I wasn’t going to bed until 11 or later, and therefore was struggling to get up at 5. And the only way to break that cycle is just to break it. So this morning, when the alarm went off at 5, I sat up in bed.
And paused. Thinking about it.
And my wife said, “You won’t regret it – just go.”
And she was right. My run this morning had no goal other than to go. It was relatively short, but it didn’t hurt too badly … the worst part was this, from my Garmin:
Not gonna lie – it was way cold. But I got out there and I ran again.
I think I’ll do it again tomorrow.