Yesterday, I was insisting that I’d stick with my evening run, despite feeling like a piece of roadkill that had been run over repeatedly during rush hour. And then, I got out of work later than expected and didn’t get to eat until 8pm. By the time I would have been able to go running, it would have been 8:30 and then back at 9pm and then showered with practically no downtime before my 10pm bedtime. That wasn’t gonna work.
I asked myself why I was planning to run (Note that I didn’t ask myself why I wanted to run–I asked why I was gonna do it anyway). The answer was “Because I’m afraid of falling behind on my training.” I no longer felt as if I’d feel good after the run–just more exhausted. So I nixed it.
Instead, I came home, ate dinner, prepared my pre-spin class snack for Wednesday (so there’d be no more hang-ups or excuses) and I rested. I read and was in bed before 10pm.
Today, I thought I’d wake up by 6:30, feel rested and be ready to deal with the day.
I’ve been up since 4:30am, and the day already feels like a disaster. To top it all off, I’ve got a full day of personal interactions at work that will either keep me going (optimism) or drive me nuts (pessimism). So, I decided that I’d meet up with my old friend, the triple grande nonfat latte this morning.
Hey! You can’t win ’em all.