If you've struggled with depression or anxiety, you know how easy it is to make a million and one excuses for something that is hard. Here are my excuses for this week:
Monday - 6.25 miles overambitious run
Tuesday - rest day
Wednesday - pain immediately upon running, so decided to rest
Thursday - too tired, too lazy, too scared to try again
Friday - out of the house by 6:15 for work
Saturday - too despondent to run
Sunday - 4 miles!
I bought some pregnancy shirts this week specifically for running since I'm finding it increasingly difficult to squeeze into my normal workout gear. Today's shirt read, "I'm eating for 2, what's your excuse?" I felt it was appropriate given my week of excuses.
I felt good on today's run. I really wanted to go long, but given how that affected me this week and resulted in not really running at all the rest of the week, I decided to only do 4 miles. I was originally going to do 3, but that didn't feel like far enough (does that make me a real runner?), so I pushed it to four. And I even ran the whole way - hills and all.
That felt fantastic.
