Slacky

I didn't run yesterday because Jason and I went to Commerce to meet his parents for a late lunch. Okay, I could have run beforehand, but I didn't. I know from previous experience that leaving my long run for a Sunday is not a good idea. I should have gotten up early this morning to do it, but I wanted cuddle time with Jason and frankly, I am a slacker. So, here it is 4:45 pm and I still am supposed to get in 8 miles. I have a few options. The most attractive one is not to run at all. But I also could do the 8 miles at the gym on the treadmill or split it up and run 4 today and 4 tomorrow. I know that splitting up the long run kind of counteracts the point, but oh well. This is the first time I've really gotten to relax all weekend and I don't feel like spending it running. I know I'll feel better if I go, but I just don't want to.

Whine, Whine, Whine.

I just came to a realization. It's okay to not do it. I am extremely hard on myself when it comes to working out and eating right. I feel like if I'm not going to the gym one day, that needs to be scheduled into my plan and it needs to be for a reason (dinner plans, vacation etc) But you know what, I went to the gym 5 times this week, I can take 2 days off. It'll be okay. I wont get fat and I won't mess up my half marathon training plan. I tend to be so strict on myself on the weekends that I don't get any relaxing time. It's go, go, go constantly whether go is running or workout out or going out with friends or what have you. I just want to do nothing for a while and I think I'm entitled.