Tuesday was a decent 4 miler.
Today was anything but.
I decided to attempt a longer run before my vacation tommorrow. Halfway through it, and halfway up a hill, I stopped to walk. I wasn't physically tired or in any sort of pain, but I stopped. I psyched myself out of it. I contined to move on once I reached the top, but after a few blocks, I stopped again. It was warmer than I expected (around 80), but it wasn't overwhelming. I decided that if it wasn't making sense today, I would turn into the nearby trail park to take the shortcut home.
After stopping to sit in the shade of a pavillion, I forced myself to reflect on this unprecedented wussification. It could have been any number of things; the heat, loss of focus on my training, poor diet, recovering from a demoralizing 6 month assigment in a department where I shouldn't have been assigned in the first place.
The clarity I gained was along the lines of "so what?"- in Rocky III, Apollo Creed yells at Rocky when he's unmotivated in his training. "There is no tommorrow!"
With that weird mantra, I decided to grab a drink of water from the fountain, get back onto the trail and finish what I started. It wasn't a graceful, powerful enduring run. But I did it. 6.23 miles.
I'll try it again in a week.
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