Running When You Don't Feel Like It

I don't want to run today. Not "I don't want to run now," or "I'm tired," or even, "I'm too busy to run." I just quite simply don't want to run. The very thought of even putting on my shoes is crushing. I've told myself that the rain has stopped and the cool temperatures and overcast sky make for ideal running conditions. I've also considered that today's tempo run--while a long one at 8 miles--is only at race pace, so it's not like I have to head out the door and kill myself, trying to hold some God awful 7 minute something pace. 

I'm not having it. I have made up my mind. I. Don't. Want. To. Run. 

Of course, I'll run anyway. It's too late in the week to give myself the day off. I've got 20 miles this Saturday (the LAST 20-miler of the training--WHOO HOO!!) and so I need to take Friday as a rest day. That means that, like it or not, the tempo run is happening today. 

I think of it as a mental toughening. There are some race days where, regardless of the countless hours spent on the road, you line up at the start line and think, "I am not feeling it today." Guess what? Too bad. Run anyway. You may not have a great run, but you will run. 

That's what I'm facing today. I'm not feeling it. It's probably not going to be a good run. I may not make it the entire 8 miles or hold pace but guess what? Today I am running. 

The hardest step is always the first one. Time to go lace up those shoes. 

Smug Marrieds: The Undead

Sometimes small slices of life can say volumes about a marriage...

Blair and I went grocery shopping early this morning and as we got into the car I said, "Brrrr." 

"Really?" said Blair. "I think it's nice out."

For a response, I held one of my hands against his cheek. He jerked away. "Woman! You're cold." He started the car and muttered, "Damn undead..." 

Cheers,

Dena

Smug Marrieds: Worst Cat Mommy EVER

I'm not sure how I'm going to live with the guilt.

Yesterday was beautiful weather, so I opened the back door to let in some fresh air. Blair screened in our back porch a couple of years ago and sometimes the cats like to sit out there. 

About 7:30 last night, as it was getting dark, I looked on the porch to make sure there were no cats out there and then closed the door for the night. I went to the front of the house to do some work and then settled in front of the TV at 9 pm to watch Modern Family. Blair got home about 9:15 and we watched TV together until 10. 

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