Five days had passed before I could summon the energy to run again. I had hoped to run during our camping trip last weekend, but the rain and humidity put a damper on my plans.
Lately, I’ve been struggling to get out of bed. I seem to have lost my momentum.
Yesterday, I forced myself to do a 3 mile run, which seemed to be the kick in the ass jolt I needed to get me moving again. Today, I ran 5 miles. Tomorrow, I plan to run 4-6 miles.
My long Sunday run never happened, either. All that worrying about the right distance for nothing. But it’s time to get back on track, so this weekend I will try to run 10-12 miles.
Only one more week until Gasparilla. I am a little nervous, but I know I can do it. It’s all mind over matter when it comes to marathons, right?