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.
Silly me.
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.
abradypus 
At least your inner running goddess came through and you went for a run in the end and not just any old run, a fartlek run, well done!!
At least you got out and did something worthwhile with the time you had!
Glad to be of service! I would have weaselled out of my run when I got home, but couldn’t for shame after tweeting you. So thank you!
Motivation-why does it disappear some days. Well done on finding yours
glad to hear you went out, especially as I tweeted for you to have a break – sorryy!!
Lol. I read your tweet after I’d run and it made me feel super smug that I’d done even my short run.
sounds like a perfect alternative. rest is good!
ah, how easy it is easy to be tempted by the couch after a long day at work – thank goodness for the persuasion of friends! well done for getting out! 🙂