I wasn't feeling great this afternoon. One of the reasons for getting into shape is intermittent depression and I was feeling low today.
The odd thing was, even though I just wanted to curl up in bed and tell the world to go away, I really wanted to go out and do the last run of week one. Maybe it is already messing with my brain, but I actually wanted to run even when my mind thought walking was too much.
I feel better now. Maybe the cold air and the sore muscles have filled my body with endorphins, so I'm feeling a temporary buzz from the run, but I'm not looking a gift-horse in the mouth right now.
One day off, then I'll be back out on Monday to finally lock in a M-W-F routine which should fit my life better. Next stop: week 2!