Saturday: W8, R3 done. I'm happy and at one with the world.
Sunday: Most of the day in train, going on a short holiday trip. Doesn't matter, it's rest day anyway.
Monday: Won't be able to run here, too many busy streets, but that's not a big deal, I'm generally having two days of rest anyway.
Tuesday: Maybe I could run, if I figured out a route ...
Wednesday: Day stuffed with meetings with friends, not even thinking about running. Or am I?
Thursday: On the train again. When will I be able to run again?
Friday: I should definitely run!! But I can't, too tired from all the traveling and emotional stuff and Christmas preparations. But I should, I should, I should!!
Saturday: O no, not that headache again!! I'm sure I will never be able to run again, never ever! By now my body will have forgotten all of the hard work of the last 2 months. Even if I tried to run now, I wouldn't get through the first minute. How could I ever think that running was for me? No, no, that's all wrong. I'll just have to acknowledge that I'm not a runner, never have been. This is the end.
Sunday: W9, R1: Nice and steady run for 30 minutes. I'm happy and at one with the world.
Happy running everyone. And merry Christmas! π