Stop when you’re DONE!

Hey everyone, woke up this morning and went for a run. Felt shit the whole time. No matter what, I just couldn’t get into the groove and everything felt off. I felt like I was just plodding along, legs felt heavy and I only ended up doing 7k (I always aim for 10 minimum), with a significantly slower time than usual. Went home and got on with my work but I just couldn’t shake the feeling of how much of a bitch I was for not carrying on for further distance. I felt completely pathetic and ashamed. I knew if Goggins saw the way I just pressed stop on my timer at 7k having used up only 40% of my fuel just cos I couldn’t bothered to carry on he’d be calling me all sorts of names, and it would be completely justified.

So 5 hours later I tapped into the callous part of my mind, laced them up and got back out there and ended up doing another 12.5k in the freezing cold on a much harder, steeper route. This made me realise it’s not always about going for a PR, who can run the fastest/longest etc….what matters most is that you always walk away knowing you gave 110%, which I did on the second run, not the first. I’m so glad I dipped into my cookie jar and salvaged what would’ve otherwise been a very bitchy, disappointing day. The next time I feel like giving up half way through cos I’m tired or don’t feel like it I’ll be sure to remember today. Stay fucking HARD!!!!!!