If you couldn't tell, I'm in the midst of the want to do nothing stage. It was all I could do to drag my sorry self out of bed this morning. On the schedule was a 1-2 mile warm up, 5-6 miles tempo, followed by a 1-2 mile cool down. I got up and got dressed and was just not feeling it. I almost changed back out of my running clothes and went back to bed. If they hadn't been the exact same clothes I had worn running yesterday morning, I probably would've just climbed back in. Since I was up and dressed and it wasn't even 5am yet and I knew if I didn't go out the door I would beat myself up all day I finally went. I knew there was no way that it was going to be a 10 mile day though. I also knew there was no way I was going to be doing 6 or even 5 miles at tempo pace. I settled on a mile warm up, 4 miles at tempo and 1.5 miles for cool down for 6.5 total on the morning. It wasn't great, but it was good and honestly I am really proud of myself for doing it because I really, really didn't want to. I just told myself the old cliché, "the only run you'll regret is the one you don't take", which I have found to be true 100% of the time and 90% of the time, it works all the time to get me out the door. Ha!
In other news, we have a toe biter. What is a toe biter you ask? Here, let me show you: