Running is hard. If it weren't everyone would do it and we wouldn't have an obesity problem.
But, it's not just hard on your body. It's a mental struggle - a struggle that varies from day to day. Even those crazy insane runners (like me), who will run 25 miles for fun, have those days when they just don't want to run. And sometimes, even if you LOVE to run, running may not be your friend.
Today was gearing up to be one of those days for me. Last night, I was dreading my scheduled 10 mile stroller run. I didn't want to do it. I was looking for anything to get me out of it. Could I wait until the evening? What about Sunday? Why not skip it all together?
When I woke up this morning, it was even worse. I couldn't get my head around the idea of another 10 miles. Seriously. What's another 10 miles when you have already run 1200? Is it really going to make a difference?
Without an answer, I got out of bed and started my day. I had a consultation/time trial at 6 a.m. with a new client and when I got there something changed. I was instantly re-energized. Sharing my love of running and seeing the excitement on R's face was what I needed. It reminded me of why I run and it made me want to tackle those 10 miles. Maybe the run will be great. Maybe it will be the worst I've had. But, it doesn't matter. I won't regret it either way.