Although once I found my headphones they did their best all day to talk me out of going for a run. Too cold; too foggy; too tired; too hungry; homework to do. I listened to them ALL day. And at 4 o'clock I'd had enough of those voices, got my kit on, went outside and locked the gremlins in the house. I was not looking forward to it. It was foggy. It was cold. I was still tired. But I had had lunch, and I did do my homework. So with Laura's dulcet tones willing me on I set off on my warm-up walk. Five minutes seems too long to walk now, especially when it's cold - I was ready to start jogging before I was told, but kept to instructions.
I think going out when not looking forward to a run is a bit of a no-brainer; there's no pre-expectation of it being anything but a bit of a slog; but if, as today, it turns into a good run then it feels such a bonus.
Of course, as soon as I got back in the door the gremlins were waiting to remind me not to get too complacent. And they hadn't even done the washing up.