Sooo, I was supposed to do 5 miles tonight, as I indicated on the previous post, but I've just been dragging today. This evening all I wanted to do was lay there and melt my brain with some mindless TV, and the lazy devil part of me encouraged this:
"Jess, you have been so, so good for the past several months with your marathon training and you deserve a night of nothing. Why don't you just snuggle in and rest? While you're at it, why not also indulge in a cupcake? Hmm? Doesn't that sound nice?"
Yes, yes, it did. But then the ambitious angel part of me piped up:
"Jess, you know you can NOT take a day off of running! You've come so far in this training. You have to run this evening. You can NOT let your lazy butt rot away while your brain enjoy its mental heroin."
Ugh. Stupid ambitious angel, you are always right, I sighed.
But the tug back and forth was too great to allow one side to win; thus, I compromised the two selves: I would run 3 miles.
"Fine!" huffed the lazy devil.
"Good!" cheered the ambitious angel.
So, I did 3 miles tonight. Not 5, not 0. Now...I do think I will have that cupcake.