Dear James, Daniel and Emily,
Had some renewed fire in my belly this weekend. Friday night I went to bed with a new determination to get up and really run. I didn't get up when I planned, in fact I was in some renewed funk. But I got myself up, gathered clothes, got the little ones breakfast and then got out of the house. And I ran, nearly broke 10 minutes in my first mile, which is the first time I have ran that pace in quite a while. I slowed some, but still hit the 3 mile mark overall, and was under the 12 minute mile average. Not great, but still much better than I have done lately. And more importantly I completed 3 miles of mostly running, which was the first time I completed that distance in several months.
Monday I was a little more energetic when I got up. And tried to maintain a good pace. It wasn't a great pace, but it was close to Saturday, and to be honest it isn't that easy to run real fast in the darkness when I am concerned with my footing. But I still reached that 3 mile mark again.
Bottom line is I got tired of making excuses, it was time to run. I could have held back some more and held to the short route, but there is no reason why. My legs are fine, a tad sore, but not a hurt sore. The long and the short of it is that I was the one holding myself back on distances and speed. And I got tired of driving past places that I used to run and thinking about how good it felt to run there. The reality is that the only way I was going get back to that level was to push myself a little and I was finally in a mental state where I could do that.
