Sometimes, and it is not very often at all, i just don’t feel like going for a run. I am tired, my body feels sore, it is hot outside, i have eaten too much or too little or what ever the case may be and i just don’t feel like it. But i know it is good for me so i lace up my tackies and set off.
The first few steps i just know it is going to be one of those running through toffee backwards dragging tyres run. If i did not have such strong sense of ‘finishing what i have started’ i would turn back after 2 km’s. But i decide that although this is not going to be a fast one, not that i usually run fast, i am going to keep going and avoid the hills.
And after a while i start to feel better, there is no house work that needs doing on a run or children that need their homework checked or dogs wanting their dinner or anyone else placing demands on me, the scenery is beautiful and i have a whole hour all to myself. Just me, my tackies, the open road and yes, i even did the hills. And when i am done i am a much nicer me.
How blessed am i that even my bad runs are good.
Thank Goodness for Mercy Runs.