Today’s run wasn’t as smooth (meaning I had to stop running before my song ended — *gasp!*) as it has been up until now. (I think the Positive Thinking Vocabulary would have me describe it as “suitably challenging”.) I suppose it was inevitable, but although I did only slip up a little in the middle and still ended well, there’s a part of me that’s balking at future runs because it knows that the upcoming days are going to be actual work.
I’m feeling a little squeamish about my next day (8 minutes running, 5 minutes walking) but I think it’s just something for me to focus on, because the weekend run (run for 20 minutes, period) is coming up as a mental blank for me. I’m actually quite certain that I can’t do it, which is a little sad.
It’s at this point that I’m most worried that I’ll just give up and throw the towel in, and while part of me wouldn’t be particularly sorry (what? lounge around cuddling kittens instead of running face-first into March headwinds?), a pretty big part is proud of me for sticking with it this long. (No, it has not yet been two weeks. Have you any idea how short my attention span is?? I’m doing well.)
It’s silly, really, because I did feel pretty good when I was all done today, and thus rewarded myself by swinging for a little bit (there’s a children’s playground across the street from our house). I was also reminded (because there was some serious interior whining) just how important choice of music is. I may have been grousing while I put my shoes on, but about 12 seconds after I started my playlist, I got into it.
So maybe there is hope. Maybe I can run for 20 minutes. I guess we’ll see.