I’m in a bit of a running funk. I have zero motivation to do it. I ran 2 miles on Monday and a big zilch since them. I’m aiming for a couple tonight. I think the reason is because I’ve managed to overbook myself these past few weeks.
Lots of work at the PT job, 40+ hours every week at my FT job and now freelancing on the side for hours each night have taken their toll. Something had to give. And it was running. I ran 3 miles last week. 3 measly miles. I feel like a failure. I hate that.
I know that I need to run. I need it for my sanity, to feel good about myself. So that I don’t lash out irrationally at others. But I don’t wanna. I haven’t lost my wagon per se, just am plodding along slowly towing it after me.
The plus side? I haven’t gained any weight. I consider that a major victory. But if you know where my running mojo is, I’d like it back, thankyouverymuch.
The good news? The freelance projects have to be done by tomorrow night so there’s an end in sight.
Just keep swimming Melissa. Just keep swimming.
Runnin' Down a Dream 