I went running this morning. I didn’t want to, I didn’t want to get out of bed. To start the run I ran for a minute before deciding I would just walk. After 2 minutes of walking through, I decided I really would run and then I did- 4 min run 2 min walk intervals. I was going to just go for 30 minutes, but ended up extending the run at the end and being gone for 40 minutes. I was really proud of myself.

Then I mapped it and found I only ran 3 miles. I had thought it was probobly 3.5, which meant that I was improving my pace. The thought was very exciting considering I was really moving at a slow jog during the entire “run.” But, no, still right there on my 13 minute mile.

I know I should be proud of myself for hauling my carcass out of bed and out the door, and then finding the motivation to run at all, but all I can focus on is “just 3 miles!”