Well it's Sunday morning, time to lace up the shoes and head out for my long slow run. Gone are the days Sunday morning meant sleeping in till 9 and relaxing my way into my day. Now by 9am I have walked the dog and am out running whatever distance we are doing this week, 6K today.
I did mange to meet my goal of running 4 times this week, actually managed 5 runs but the quality was less then desirable for some of them. By Friday the week had caught up to me and I had a terrible run. I really wanted to stop half way through but pride would not let me. Even my running coach could tell I was not feeling it that night. It got me thinking about why I run, I joke it's so I can eat but what really makes me run. I run to eat, I run to achieve my goals, I run to keep up with my husband, I run to feel healthy and then it hit me, like a bolt of lightening...I run to feel good about myself. When I run, I feel proud of myself, when everyone tells you you can't, it's my way of telling myself, I can. Good run or bad run, I run for me. So it's time to shake off my bad week, lace up the shoes and get out there for me.