Yesterday was a training day. Eight miles is what the chart said to do. I was going to wait to do the miles today because I had an early morning the day prior; I flew up and back across California with a very early morning flight and then a delayed flight on the way back. I really did tell myself I was going to do it in Sunday, but for some reason I went out and ran anyway. My guess is my body was telling me if you don’t go out today you are cheating yourself and may not actually go and do the miles. Psychological really. You should always get out and do some miles even if it is as far as you can go because it is training after all. You don’t want to lose moment nor do you want to be a slacker.
I am glad that I got out yesterday even though I was tired. I did walk a bit, but I didn’t stop until my body said, “hey it’s time.” I may not have finished all eight but I got out there and didn’t give in to the thought of saying, “I’ll do it another day”, because I know that day will never come.
So always get out and do what you can. I almost made my miles yesterday. Just couldn’t do more than 7.66 miles.
This week will be different.
There are days and then there are…DAYS. Today was one of those which I wish I could just start over. In fact, take back the entire month of September and don’t even count it, it has been a month of just ick.
I don’t know what it is. Maybe a type of plague or something, but in my world, people just really have no heart. For example, I wrote something recently about how someone had lied to me and how it altered my trust in them. The person doesn’t get it. What do I get in return, crap. I know, not everyone gets the golden apple, some are sour and fall off the truck, but really? Why don’t I ever get the golden apples? Am I asking to much for a little acknowledgement?
Another scenario, everything comes at you at one time during the month. The landscapers or should I say designer, the heating/air guys, lab testing, computer issues, malfunctions you didn’t expect, teenage issues you aren’t sure how to manage yet, everything all at once. Calgon take September away!!!! I just want October already. Screaming and tequila are not helping, I need something stronger.
Then there is the challenge this weekend. I’m running 12 hours with10 ladies for my husbands squadron for the Fisher House on base. I might not make it back without crawling over the finish line but it is for a good cause. Doing my part. Still though, where is everyone else to do their part? When do others pick up the pieces and say “hey I’ll chip in or I’ll help out”.
Yeah I know. I’m ranting and I’m frustrated because people don’t get how they make you feel and life SUCKS but tomorrow is another day right?
Well for some tomorrow is another day but for others it is an excuse to say “I’m busy.”