Day 1 was glorious. I had a solid pace just over 11 minutes per mile, the park and weather were gorgeous, and at the end of three miles I felt awesome. I was feeling so energized that I came home and immediately got ready to go get all my supplies for my inspiration board.
With the highs, come the lows, and today was more of a low. I woke up this morning with a slightly upset stomach and feeling really tired. I knew today's 4 mile run for Day 2 was going to be a challenge in the first place because I couldn't tell you the last time I have run three days in a row, so the way I was feeling did not have me pumped. Despite this, I got up, had some toast with Nutella, and got ready for my run. As I stepped outside, I groaned on the inside; last night's downpour had made it incredibly humid.
Now a week or so ago, I would have turned around and gone back inside, telling myself I would go run later in the evening when it would have hopefully cooled down and the humidity would have dissipated. Today I didn't though. I got in my car and headed off to the park despite all these things that I have used as excuses not long ago.
My run was not pleasant. I slowed down to combat how I was feeling and the weather, but it wasn't helping. On top of this, they were mowing at the park which had my nose running like a faucet in no time - BUT I PLUGGED AHEAD. I didn't make it my whole 4 miles running, but combined running and walking I finished 3.5 miles, and rather than being disappointed in everything that seemed to go wrong with Day 2, I'm choosing to focus on what I did accomplish. Today I got up and moving instead of letting challenges stop me in my tracks, which given how I have been letting challenges stop me lately, that's something I know I should take pride in.
And if that can't make me smile, then this picture and my husband's reaction to my explanation will:
Yes, that's bird poop on my shirt.
Keep calm and run on,
Sarah
