Today was an important run.
It's my birthday today and I totally had the excuses ready to stay in bed. We went out last night and I had two G&Ts. I have been nursing a minor cold all week. Itsyboo has been sleeping badly and I'm exhausted. It rained so much last night that it was probably going to be a complete mud-fest. I didn't eat breakfast until a hour before I was supposed to run, instead of my preferred two hours.
You get the picture.
But I dragged myself out and turned up, ready for an awful run, where I felt exhausted and tired and grim. But as I started the pre-run chats with the lovely women of SLJ, my mood lightened a little bit.
By the end of the run - which I just took slow and steady, giving myself permission to at least do a "comfortable run" on my birthday, I felt magical. I was so glad I went, the sun was shining, the air was fresh, there was a fun amount of mud. I stopped for a coffee afterwards instead of going straight to Miss A's football, which was delightful.
So it was good, I did it even when it didn't feel "right" and the half-marathon in February feels that little bit more achievable. My favourite present to myself so far!
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