I was doing really well in the beginning of the year. Even though it was 18 degrees out, at least the sun was shinning. Maybe I was more motivated (definitely a factor), maybe I was less busy (that sounds like an excuse), or maybe the weather just seemed more cooperative? Whatever the reason, I’ve been seriously lacking in the mileage department the last few weeks.
This week was no exception. I was busy. It rained a few days. I kept making excuses. Then this morning came, and I thought, today is the day I redeem myself. I’m going to get up and run 7+ miles and feel great about myself. Too bad I forgot to check the weather last night. 🙁
I opened the shades early this morning to a mini-blizzard (I’m over-exaggerating here, but you get my point). At first I thought I’d just run anyway, it’s not like I haven’t done it before. But then I saw the slush, and the puddles, ugh. Can’t a guy catch a break?
Well, anyway, I was determined to do something. There was no way I was getting in zero miles this week. So I did the thing I hate the most: I got on the treadmill. 30 minutes of staring at a white wall, listening to a podcast. It wasn’t quite torture, but I guess that depends on your definition.
I’m still way behind on miles. I just keep praying for spring to actually arrive.