When I woke up yesterday morning it was pouring with rain. Knowing that I was planned to do my second run I stared forlornly out of the window with my heart sinking a bit.
It's cold, it's wet, I'm tired, I've had a busy day at work, I'm hungry, I've got things to do this evening, I'm a little bit achy and to be honest, I don't want to go out for my second run. All the things that ran through my head yesterday.
I got home and sat on the couch and thought about all the things I had to do. Then I realised that I had been sat down for 15 minutes and I would have been half way through my run had I just gone straight out as soon as I got home from work.
That spurred something in me. I got changed, put my music on and walked out of the door.
The sense of achievement I felt after completing run 2 was great. I'd done it. I'd gone out even though I had convinced myself of enough reasons not to. I don't think this is going to be the last time the little voice tells me that I can't do it for one reason or another but I just have to ignore that voice and go with the one that tells me I can.
Happy face ticked at the end of the run