I was looking forward to my 20 miler. I was a bit envious of all the Saturday FB posts and twitters about everyone's 50K and 100K races.
Then Sunday arrived. And I was 100% unmotivated for my run.
Originally I was going to run to town and back. As the morning wore on, I decided I really didn't want to run to town. So I cobbled together Plan B, run a 10 mile loop, then divert down another side road for 10 more miles.
I finally dragged myself out the door at noon. It was thirty degrees and windy. I felt like I gritted my teeth and went.
The run sucked. I was coaxing myself along, mile by mile, trying to focus on my podcasts. I had already made the decision to not run to town, and turned on the side road.
The wind hit me straight on. Oh GOOD. Not only was I in the valley, on the road that steadily went uphill, now I am fighting into the wind.
I run on, hunched over. I can feel how stressed and tight I am, my upper body is still tense and sore hours later.
I take another gel, this time a Salted Caramel GU. I listen to a podcast where David Horton is interviewed. But that is still not enough to motivate me. I think about having to report the shorter distance to the Coach. That still doesn't help.
At mile ten, where I could either run another 10, I decide to head on home. 13.1 miles will have to do. Not a very satisfying run. At least I got to 13 miles.
Tomorrow is a new week. It appears that we might be having slightly warmer weather. I appear to be finally over my head cold. How many days until spring?