July 18, 2012 by Amy B
When Scott and I both need to run on a workday, the alarm goes off early. It works out best for him to get out first so that I can take care of all my pre-running necessities (i.e., pumping) while he’s out. This morning he got out late for his 7 miles, so I didn’t hit the road until almost 7am, which is a tad late for me if I want to get everyone out the door on time.
What I’m trying to say is, I didn’t want to go. I reasoned that I should just shower and get ready for work, or that I should cut it short and just run 2 miles. But I put in my 5K like originally planned and I’m glad I did. And hey, I was eight seconds faster today than yesterday (miracles never cease).
I’m most proud of myself when I get out and run on the days I don’t want to do it. And let’s be honest – I never regret a run after it’s over. I’m pretty sure running has kept me mostly sane for the past eight years. And that’s a good thing.