What the heck happened to me today? This morning, as I prepared for my run, I felt good. Actually, I felt GREAT! Thanks to my people, the ache behind my left knee was gone, not even a twinge of discomfort discernible in my hips and my occasionally problematic right foot was comfortably taped (getting old is clearly hell). But somewhere, as I stepped on the treadmill, the feeling good and doing good got lost in translation.
My running plan called for 5 miles, just like it has the past several Mondays. A comfortable pace, no big deal. I made the decision to run on the treadmill at the gym so I would not have an excuse to pass on some post run upper body strength training.
I arrived at the gym at a decent hour, climbed on the treadmill and plugged into the Olympics. As I cranked up the speed (hmmm, if you call 11.45 mmp, speed), I did a parts check, yep, everything still feels good, no aches and pains here. But I had a lingering feeling that something wasn’t right. Somewhere during the 1st mile, it occurred to me that my attitude was wrong. I didn’t want to run.
People with good discipline and tough mental skills would just work through this but I am not a master of these skills yet. Have you seen the iPhone commercial where the hand, independent of the body, goes for the phone? Well right after I completed the 1st mile, without any warning, the hand shut off the treadmill. Where did that come from? While I can sometimes convince myself that everything will be okay if I just get through the first 2 miles, today was not one of those days. I slinked off the treadmill, grabbed my water and keys and drove home. Tomorrow is another day. With 24 miles on the schedule for this week, I just made things harder for myself.
Monday stats, 1 mile (indoors, treadmill) 11.45 min, 11.45 mmp
(and no strength training)
