Bad Run

Last night was a bit of a wake-up call. I went out for a routine 4.5k trainer, just to put in some time, and had to stop at about 4k. Everything about me just rejected the concept. I tried to continue... to make it the last stretch, but it just didn't happen.

I went out with no purpose, no gameplan, and no optimism. I'm learning that the mind is an equally important component to success.

I came off a bad day of work. One of those days where nothing goes particularly wrong, but everything seems decidedly annoying. I hadn't eaten, I hadn't stretched... I started my run out of obligation, and with no intention of enjoying a second of it. I wasn't looking at anything, I wasn't thinking about anything. I was just plodding along loosely. No discipline.

Great metaphor for life. Success is a function of knowing what you're doing and why you're doing it, and then attacking it with the positive energy that that purpose provides.

I'll be back out tonight trying to make a better effort of it.

JB