On waking this morning, I really didn’t feel like getting up. My legs were tired, my brain was tired, in fact I don’t know what possessed me to actually get up. Halfway through getting ready I was walking to the door and paused a minute, contemplating going back to bed, and yet again I dismissed it a little too easily. Once I was out of the door nothing improved, I trudged off. The only consession I made myself was to only do 9-10km and save the longer midweek run for friday. Today I was trying a new route into north adelaide and then around the horse paddock, so I didn’t take my mp3 player either. Oh boy what a dreadful run, 300m up the road I had one of those…bugger this feelings where I almost stopped and turned back to go back to bed…yet I continued on. It was slow hard going and I finally trudged home 9.82km…then kept going to the end of the street to take Garmy up to 10k (why? after so much complaining?)…total time 1hr10mins.
…I am freaking myself out this morning, where on Earth did this insane determination come from? Luckily tomorrow is a rest day so my legs can rejuvinate…I wonder if I will feel like doing any cross training.