This morning I was only able to run a mile when I was supposed to do 2.5. I should probably be ashamed, but I’m not.
After binging on pizza, nachos and ice cream (I could feel it sloshing around in my gut), having to wake up at 2:00 am for medical reasons, having a jacked up knee and 93 percent humidity I still ran a mile. AND I ran that mile in 13.37 minutes! That’s better than my best time in high-school.
Now I think I’m going to stop running until Monday and restart week 7 of C25K. In the mean time I’ll do some restorative yoga and maybe some weights.
This week ain’t getting me down.