I woke up tired today, my motivation tank empty. I had a tempo run on the schedule and zero desire to do it. This morning I found myself sitting on the floor in front of my gym clothes debating back and forth about skipping it. I wanted to cry. I put my clothes on, ate my breaky, took the kids to school, almost drove ALL THE WAY AROUND the round a bout and home....but some how managed to take the turn to the gym. It sucked. I hated it. 1 mile easy, 2 tempo, 1 mile easy, 2 tempo, 1 easy. Funny enough the "easy" miles were the worse as they took longer and I just wanted to be done. But I was so tired that going faster would mean not meeting the tempo ones. I finished though, and that is something.
I didn't quit!
Every time I don't quit, I get stronger, my mind get's stronger, and that race coming up end of August that makes my tummy flutter...I'm going to do that!