With Cecelia apparently on a international tour, spreading her 'you know you want to be naughty'-ness around, you'd think I'd have been much more motivated to go for my run today.
Not so. Mr Psycho went off to work, Dhiny arrived, I suited and booted, fired up Zombies, Run! We headed off and...I could not get the get up and go to raise my pace above a brisk walk. Honestly felt as if all the energy had been sucked out of me this weekend and though I did map out the route I want to take for 'Run for Pizza' next weekend, I didn't find much pleasure in it.
I put it down to the fact that this weekend has been so grey and cold and rainy and full of 'why the hell did my freezer break down?!'-ness that only thing really motivating me to keep going was knowing that I'd be more down if I didn't finish the route than if I turned around and went home. I knew something was wrong with my attitude, as normally I love Sam's friendly chatter on Zombies, Run! Today though I could only manage an irritated "what do you want NOW?!" every time he came on.
Getting home I declared myself unfit for human company and went back to bed. I reasoned that it wouldn't make things better but, at the same time, it couldn't make things worse either (besides, I'd just walked a bit more than 5k).
I slept for about 2 hours, woke up feeling better, then phoned Dhiny to apologise for being a moody cow and a complete wet blanket. She, being my loving mother whom I'm lucky to have, forgave me, (even though I woke her up by phoning her to say 'sorry') she came over for a cuppa and to help me clear out my freezer.
Oh well, I can only see to it that next week is better
MrsPsycho out xxx