It's been one of those weeks! Not feeling the greatest. Weather could (and should be better!). Foot hurts. Knee hurts. Complain, complain, complain!
So, I'll move on. Ran 6 miles last night. I actually was supposed to run with my cousin Nick in preparation for the Shamrock Shuffle this weekend, but he wasn't feeling the greatest, so I went solo. I decided to do 6 miles. And I complained to myself EVERY.STEP.OF.THE.WAY!
My thoughts..."...maybe I'll just do half of it running and half of it walking....maybe I'll stop at mile 4 and walk...maybe I'll stop and mile 5...maybe 4.5? ... Fine, I'll do all 6 miles!" This is the argument I had with myself the entire run! Right from the first step, my feet and knees were screaming at me to stop. But I didn't. Because that will get me nowhere. And my time was 59:04 for an average pace of 9:51 mins/mile. Not bad considering I was a baby the whole time.
I love running the Shamrock Shuffle every year. It's the first major run in Chicago to kick off the running season and everyone is in a great mood! The last two years, it was in March and it snowed and was cold and miserable! This year it's in April (April 10th) and it's supposed to storm and be 80! What!?! I can't win. But hopefully the rain will hold off. I'm going either way.
Do you give in to yourself when you are whining and crying because you don't want to workout?