Call me crazy. You all do it anyway, it’s not like I don’t know. After as bad as this morning started off, I had my doubts about hitting the gym this evening. But I had that hyper drive down inside that said I had to go run.
I am so glad I went. I knocked out 5.2 miles which isn’t a lot for someone running almost two years. And it’s exactly 21 miles short of my big day coming up in February when I have my full 26.2.
Some days I get all wrappped up in pace and number of miles, etc… Today I didn’t care and just ran for the sake of running. To just run and when you feel stoppping push harder. And when you’re done, be so tired you hurt all over, but smiling big just cause you do what you love.