My head said to go, but the rest of my body wasn’t getting the message. This has been the case for the past couple of days. Yesterday, I let the lunch break pass by and continued working at my desk for the 3rd work day in a row. I kept on and told myself that since the kids weren’t going to be home after work that I would go running then. Well, I didn’t. Instead, I folded laundry, feed my face and the blog. Before long, it was getting dark.
So today I forced the issue. My body was picking up my gym bag and heading to the fitness center, while my head was screaming DON”T do it. I figured the only way that I was to do any real speed work would be to hit the treadmill. I knew that it would be hard. I knew that I had lost fitness in these past few weeks of un-motivated and purpose-less running. I had no idea that it had gotten to this point.