The best of intentions, the well-laid plans, the huge elephant looming over me in less than 7 weeks....
and I am still in my pajamas, drinking coffee and looking at my dog and running shoes.
This does not look good.
I have no excuse to NOT go out for a run. It's ideal! Low humidity, only 65 degrees at 7:32am on Wednesday morning that I don't have to go to work, don't have any kids at home and a timeline that is pretty flexible today. So why am I not out?
Lack of motivation.
Just the THOUGHT of putting on my shoes makes me want to hurl. Wish I had a better reason for that, but could it be over training? Too extreme of a schedule for me? I don't know. I just know that I need to find my mojo and hit the pavement.
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On a more positive note, I DID have a good 4th weekend! I got in a run that was hot and humid in the South Dakota air, complete with a bite to my ass from a huge horsefly, jumping over a few dead snakes on the road and scaring the bejeezus out of a deer that ran and ran and ran across a field, jumping 3 fences to escape me. Seriously dude, do I stink or something?
When I got back to the in-laws post run, I jumped in the kids pool complete with all my clothes on and sat in the cold water from the hose for about 10 minutes. I have a whole new appreciation for the ice baths runners do after big races. It was divine! However, once I crawled out and stripped down on the driveway to my skivvies, apparantly that was a signal for my children that running naked is completely appropriate because they promplty took off their pajamas and ran around in diaper/underwear until Grandma could scoop them up and find swim suits.
Whoops.
Well, off to finish this delish cup of coffee, AKA juice of life, and then hit the shower. Shoes: we will meet again soon. Maybe tonight.
Or tomorrow.
