After three weeks of going to running club, doing my long runs and basically sticking to my training plan, I thought I had the whole motivation thing licked.
I should have known better.
For tonight, running club was off. It’s the last of their three mile handicap series, and as I’m not actually a member yet, haven’t done any of the other races in the series and would have struggled to get to the alternative venue, I decided to do my own thing.
Only by the time I left work, my inner sloth had worked its seductive magic and my plans for a 9km interval session had been downgraded to a three mile easy and then to a mile around the block and then to a complete pass.
Fortunately, a timely tweet from @knittingpenguin got me out the door for a 1.5mile fartlek run. Short and sweet and admittedly not quite to plan, but I feel better for it, which is the thing that really matters.