Today I had a horrible run! And I really don't know why. There was no reason for it to feel as it did, as far as I could see. Okay, I'd missed my Thursday run because I got my period, but that should make me feel well rested, not like puking my guts out or like laying down on the wayside.
So when I caught myself thinking 'Oh, this is going terrible!' I quickly made myself think: 'It's going really well, it's going really well.' But I don't think I believed me.
So after running 4 times for 10 minutes I just had to walk the final 10, something I really hate to do. It feels like cheating. And all the time I could feel my mobile burning a hole in my pocket, whispering: 'Why don't you call hubby to come and get you?' But since I could almost see my goal, the pancake house, I ploughed on.
After I had my coffee I felt a little bit better, so I decided to run home, and nót call hubby. This time I managed 3 times 10 minutes before I just had to stop and walk.
'Well at least you went the distance,' I told myself. Which I did: 16 kilometer, 8 kilometers per hour. That's not too bad.
So even though I had a terrible run, I still made it.
And the one good thing about such a bad run: the next run can only feel better.