I was in a foul mood last night.
This week's runs have basically been poop. Each and every mile was hard and I walked more then I ran.
When you're a runner, walking feels like failure. Ridiculous, I know but I wear irrationality very well.
I didn't even want to attempt a run today.
I went to bed feeling all pathetic and sad for myself. Oh poor pregnant me, with my gigantic belly (which isn't really that big), and insatiable desire for anything chocolate or sugar laden that's inevitably going to make me feel puffy and miserable.
Thankfully, the mood passed and I woke up this morning determined.
I decided to walk the first mile of the 3 miles in an attempt to warm up my Achilles tendons, which has been the major source of my problems this week.
I stretched my calves at the half way point and then was able to run the entire way back home! WOOHOO!
I could literally feel the weariness and frustration fall away. I felt like myself again.
It's amazing what one good run, no matter how short, can do for the soul.