I didn’t want to go for a run today…

It’s 34 degrees here in London. After going to the doctors I just wasn’t in the mood. But I pushed myself to do it, and I’m glad that I did.

Something magical seems to happen around the 5-minute and 8-minute markers of a 10-minute run. At 5-minutes I know that i’m half way through. I haven’t stopped – I’m making progress and by the time I’ve congratulated myself it’s probably 5.5-mins gone.

Then around the 8-minute marker? I only have 2-minutes more to go. When you’ve already done 8, that doesn’t seem so bad.

And even though my legs were hurting at the start of my run, and now as I’m writing this, after around 6-minutes it wasn’t so bad. I got myself into a little pattern, and it works.

I don’t know if I’m going to choose to run everytime that I don’t feel like I want to, but today I did, and I feel pretty good about it!

Lots of love, xoxo