Who in this world actually likes waking up, especially to an alarm? Not me, that much is for sure! Still, I ran this weekend, took Monday off (my normal rest day), ran yesterday (over 5 miles, thank you), and just wasn't feeling it when my alarm rang.
I got up, convinced myself to get dressed. Did some stretches, still not feeling it. Walked outside, turned on my garmin and waited for satellite. Still didn't feel it. Started running, couldn't stop yawning, so I turned back and went home.
Less than a half mile, and then I stepped in a puddle. Blech. That sealed the deal. I went home, took the fastest shower EVER on record, and went back to bed.
It was lovely. But the waking up again? And the self guilt for not completing even a mile? Horrible.
At least I tried! I got out there.
I got up, convinced myself to get dressed. Did some stretches, still not feeling it. Walked outside, turned on my garmin and waited for satellite. Still didn't feel it. Started running, couldn't stop yawning, so I turned back and went home.
Less than a half mile, and then I stepped in a puddle. Blech. That sealed the deal. I went home, took the fastest shower EVER on record, and went back to bed.
It was lovely. But the waking up again? And the self guilt for not completing even a mile? Horrible.
At least I tried! I got out there.
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