Tonight, I was supposed to do some speed work for my upcoming half-marathons (NYC and DC), but I just didn’t have it in me. I’d woken up way earlier than usual, I’d already walked five miles today (to the gym, back home, to work, back home at lunch to walk Bailey, back to work), I had a headache. I had every excuse in the world.
I chatted with Liz and Laurel and tweeted, looking for a boost of motivation, but I ultimately couldn’t find that motivation inside of me. I went to the gym and got changed. I went to use the bathroom and came back, about to say “screw it” and leave before I even started. I closed the locker and walked out to the treadmill. I hopped on and ran a half-mile and then decided to screw it and walk the mile home.
I came home and put a turkey sausage and broccoli over some whole wheat spaghetti and covered it in sauce and called it a night.