This morning was not about running and was not about the lack of miles. This morning was defined by the fact that I got up and got my butt out the door to run, even when I was trying to talk myself out of it starting even last night.
My ankle hurt a bit over the weekend so I took yesterday off. It was still hurting a *tiny* bit last night so when I went to bed late I had almost already talked myself out of running. I even had my excuses lined up and ready.
I really need to let my ankle rest - it does still hurt right? hmmm, hmmmm, yea, there it is if I move just this way.
I really need my sleep and I am going to bed late again.
I know 50 isn't cold, but it is chilly and it hasn't been this chilly in a while and I might get chilled.
I still laid out all my clothes and went to bed with the alarm set at 5 am. The alarm went off and I got myself up and proceeded to try and talk myself out of running.
Yea, there is that little pain in the ankle.... or is it the same pain I have every morning in all my joints because I am getting old?
Wow, I am really tired and I am going to get sleepy later.
Is it really 51 degrees out? That's aweful chilly since it has been 70's and 80's lately.
I will be really upset at myself if I go back to bed.
I will feel much better if I get up and run.
I can't run tonight because of my daughter's Track Banquet.
I got my butt out the door and went running. I am very happy about it, and had a great run even though it was only a short two miles. The best part was the killer second 7:25 mile I ran. The run felt great and was a WIN for the morning runner inside trying to get out.