Tonight, I ventured out for my 3 mile run and, for the first time in about a week, this run went pretty well. I actually felt like I was moving instead of dragging ass like my last couple of runs. So, like the good student that I am, I decided to tack on an extra half mile to my running tonight. I didn't race it, which is how I usually like to end my runs, but took it at a nice pace and got to the house with a smile on my face and my garmin saying 3.60 miles. Boo-ya! That felt pretty good and all because I pushed through that first half mile.
That first half mile is when I play mind games with myself. It's when the wheels start turning and I come up with my excuses on why I should just forget the run and head back home for icecream instead. Tonight, my thoughts ranged from: it's too freaking humid out....my foot hurts a little, wouldn't want to make it worse....maybe I'm still too full from dinner, I should go home and rest a bit....and finally to SHUT UP AND JUST DO IT! So that's what I did. And it went just fine, even a bonus half mile at the end.
But I think I'm going to put a book-on-tape on the iPod-maybe a nice murder mystery to entice me. Then, not only can I put the mind games to rest (hopefully), but I can push through my moments of boredom and get past the 4 mile mark. I'll have to see what I can find.