Today was supposed to be an easy three mile run. I was looking forward to it all day. Then, when Tim got home, and it was actually time to run, I suddenly got in a bad mood. So I stewed for 15 minutes and then went running anyway.
It wasn’t that it was hard, it was just that I didn’t want to do it. You would think that after running six miles, three miles would be exciting and fun because it’s so easy. Not so. After running six miles, three miles seems boring. I kept thinking, “Why do I have to do this?”
But I did it. And by the third mile I was enjoying it, I guess. I just wish I wasn’t breathing so hard! It should be a really easy 3!!
Seriously, though, no complaints. I’m glad it was a decent run without much effort on my part.
