Today it happened. The first morning this year that I’ve woken up and not sprung out of bed at the thought of my run. Instead, I found myself reaching for my phone and before I knew it I was scrolling through Instagram.
Joanna’s away for a long weekend with our daughter Rebecca, so I’m home alone this weekend. Maybe that was why – I wouldn’t have done that if Jo was lying sleeping beside me.
Or maybe it’s the accumulated fatigue of this marathon training? We’re four weeks out from the race, the training is ramping up, and I’m pretty much permanently tired. I find myself increasingly thinking about the week after the race when I won’t need to get up to train.
However, an hour later than planned I hauled my ass out of bed and got out there. What a morning it was! Blue skies, warm (for Scotland) and a light breeze. Perfect running weather.
I quickly got into my rhythm and forgot about the funk I’d been in earlier. I did 5 miles at an easy pace of 9:20/mile, then followed that up with my usual Saturday form drills, before a set of core exercises back at the house. I felt great today.
Over breakfast I even started thinking about goals for 2018 – the type of races and training I’d like to do.
Do you ever get days like that? Where you’re just now feeling it? How do you deal with it?