After my awesome run last Tuesday, I thought that I was over my workout slump, but I’m afraid I’m not. For the rest of the week I was pretty lazy, somehow I just couldn’t motivate myself to do another run. I’d like to blame the rainy weather, but that excuse is getting old. On Saturday I was finally in the mood to workout again, so the Guy and I went for bike ride. 18 hilly miles later, I was tired and sore, but also quite proud of myself.
On Monday I decided it was time to re-start my strength training. I’m not a fan of strength workouts, but I know they are necessary for my overall fitness. Yesterday I could finally find the motivation to go for a run. My legs were not happy with that decision and simply refused to move after about two miles. On good days, I can find the mental strength to push through such a tough run, but yesterday I couldn’t. So I walked home.
- Distance: 2.2 miles (3,5km)
- Time: 26:00 minutes
- Average pace: 11:49 min/mile
- Feeling: Sore
When I returned home I was really mad about myself. Why didn’t I push myself some more? Why am I slacking like this? But then the Guy provided some perspective: I did go for a run, I did work out, and I did push myself – well, at least I tried. Not every workout can be great, and some runs are just not meant to be.
Today I will give my legs a break so that they can recover, tomorrow I will focus on enjoying my last Pilates class of the season, and on Friday I will try to run again.