This morning I ran for the first time in two or three weeks. Yeah, it’s been bad. Pathetic even, but this morning I ran.
And let me tell you, it was hard. Really really hard. I had to lower the incline. I had to lower the speed. I didn’t even do the whole thing. I only did 3 of the 4 intervals I was supposed to do. My legs felt like they weighed about 10,000 lbs each. My chest felt tight.
But you know what? I ran even though it was hard. And I ended up feeling pretty good about it. It was tough but I still did it. It would have been really easy to go back to bed, but instead I got dressed and got on the treadmill.