My alarm went off at 4:40, it was actually one of the few mornings that I didn't wake up before my alarm. Seriously, it's just the way it's been working.
But this morning instead of jumping up and being happy I woke up before the alarm, I laid there. I didn't want to run. I had to do hill repeats, on the treadmill. I knew I had an after school meeting and class from 6:30-9:00 I HAD to run in the a.m. I went down to the basement. After my 2 mile warm-up I was thinking ok, I got this. Going into my first incline, I thought, ugh no F#@'N way am I going to do.
But I did.
There was no magical moment where it turned into a beautiful run. But it was done.
'Cuz sometimes running and balancing work, family, life is hard. I repeat, it is hard.
I went up to eat breakfast, and while doing so I had a rainbow come out my butt, yep I farted. No biggie, right?! Except this time when the fam started laughing I burst into tears...why? 'Cuz sometimes when you just had an emotional battle with a run, have been training hard for many weeks, you need to let it go, and move on.
I rearranged my schedule and had a happy 10 mile run this morning...and then this:
All the yays! Rainbows and unicorns!!!