I feel burned out on running. Whether it’s the heat or the summer cold I can’t quite shake, the last thing I want to do is go outside and get all sweaty and breathe hard.
So I haven’t this week, and I didn’t much last week either.
I’m finally starting to miss it, so I expect I’ll be back out there pounding the pavement tomorrow and this weekend. It’s also supposed to be blessedly cooler weather starting tomorrow. Since half my problem is still frustration with myself for walking so much on my runs, that will also be helpful.
I need to get my mojo back. Or else stop caring so much about having mojo at all. Because, let’s face it, I don’t have a lot of it. Mostly what I have is stupid, stubborn, refusal to quit entirely, even when I want to.
So I’m not going to quit. I’m going to talk my way out of this slump and talk myself out of the ‘don wannas.’ I’m going to run this damn marathon and be insanely proud of myself when I do.
And I will know then that it’s because of the days where I didn’t wanna but did anyway. And that all the days I didn’t wanna and didn’t only made the damn thing harder.
It’s a good thing to know.