I felt pretty crumby this morning. I was tired. I was stressed out. I just wanted to go back to sleep. I took my time checking my email and checking about anything else on the internet that I might find even remotely interesting. Finally, I took a deep breath, told myself that nobody ever achieved anything great without some kind of adversity to overcome and I headed out to the gym.
Planned workout
8 minutes warmup
3 miles at 9:15
5 minutes cool down
Actual workout
8 minutes warmup
3 miles at 9:07
5 miles cool down
I just started running. I found myself on a treadmill directly across from that little crack in the curb of the parking lot. I stared at that crack and let my mind wander. I told myself I wouldn’t look at the treadmill console until two songs on my mp3 player were over. When that happened, I went for another song, then another and another. Five songs later, I looked down and I had run 2.5 miles. I kept going, increasing my pace with a quarter mile left. Once again, I hit 6:35 pace in the last tenth of a mile. I finished without taking a walking break. It felt really, really good. It set a positive tone for the rest of the day.