Sunday night I carefully packed my gym back and actually remembered socks and a sport bra. That's a big deal, people.
Monday morning I was excited as I remembered I had no meetings around lunch and could get to the gym for a good run.
At 11:30am, I walked out of my office and over to the gym. I changed and grabbed my iPhone and headphones. I walked up to the track.
And immediately I did NOT want to run. Simple as that. I just was NOT feeling it.
I tried anyway. I started slowly
So, I walked a lap hoping to find the motivation that was still eluding me. Nope. No where to be found.
I tried telling myself if I did speed work maybe I'd be less bored and get into it. So, I sprinted a lap (it's an 1/8 mile indoor track) and then speed-walked a lap. 1 round of it and I was still not feeling it. Round 2, 3, and 4. No better.
So, I called it. I just was NOT feeling it. After 2.5-ish miles if I was still not feeling it, I decided it was just better to stop and call it a day. Some runs aren't magical and rainbows. Some runs just aren't period. Yesterday's run just wasn't.
And that's OK.