I gave myself the rest of Sunday and pretty much a good chunk of Monday to sulk about the abandoned long run. I ate junk food and I was lazy. I ignored the training calendar posted next to the desk, and I ignored the Scotia 1/2 route I put on the fridge. But Monday night I was done sulking whether I wanted to stop or not. It was time to move on and keep running. That walls will only stay up if you let them.
Yesterday morning (that would be Tuesday) I set my alarm for 5am to get a run in. It went off.
"I should get up and try to run"
"I don't want to get up"
then I shut it off and went back to sleep.
Last night I set it again.
This morning (that would be Wednesday) it went off again.
and I got up.
I figured I needed to give it a shot and go out. I have 6 weeks till my first half and its important to me that barring any injury I complete it.
I went out and I wore my watch, but didn't really play attention to it. I just wanted to be able to look at the info after. It was a good run. I ran well and didn't encounter any wild life. I thought at one point not to far from home that I was at 5k and was only at 4k so I figured I'd add that last one on since I had a bit of energy still going.
Of course the best part of that run was that after I came home, I made lunch for the husband, finished a water bottle, ate a banana. Then I went upstairs changed back in to my PJs and crawled into bed. Kicked the husband out so he could go to work and slept for another hour and a bit till the kids woke up.