Today, I came across this wonderful post entitled "Because we are runners" which says exactly what I feel about running.
The timing couldn't have been better. I skipped a planned 8k run last evening because - for the first time in a long time - I didn't want to go running.
I was horrified.
Running is my solace, my joy, my motivator, my obsession. How could I feel I didn't want to run - even for a few hours? What if I never wanted to run again? What if the three or four pounds I've gained since the New Year are the beginning of a long slide into couch-potato-dom?
Clearly, I need an attitude adjustment. I need a run. Tonight, if I can manage it.