I debated the issue silently until 3:30 p.m., when, finally faced with the knowledge that there would be no way I could run tomorrow with my schedule, I laced up and bit the bullet. At times I have to use willpower instead of motivation. The first mile was tough. My gait felt more like I was trying to crush an aluminium can than gliding over the asphalt, my shins still felt tender, knees sore. I took a deep breath in an attempt to restart and regulate my breathing. Focusing on keeping one foot in front of the other without tripping and making a fool of myself as I passed the nearby girls school that was letting out for the day. 'Why am I doing this,?' I wondered. Soon enough I had my answer. Despite the doubts, I started to loosen up. After shaking off the cobwebs in my head, I made it to my usual trail. I passed the local high school cross country team and felt glad that I was also out and not at home still wondering if I should run or not. Silly. I finished off 4.5 miles feeling good. In fact, I passed the turn off to the house to squeeze in a couple more tenths from my effort. I'm back and better.
The moral of the story? Honestly, I dont know. I'm sure I will have this debate many more times but I'm glad I ran.
So how about some more pictures from Sunday!
Patiently awaiting the start |
Another benefit of running! |
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