Another two days, no run.

Part fear and big part laziness. Something is not right with the lower half of my right side, it just feels heavier and tighter. I stretch and ice my knees and ankles which protest but there is a nagging voice that says you didn’t get out of bed. Excuses are aplenty. 

As I write, I figure it out. It doesn’t matter whether I run or not, I need to get out of the door. That’s what I am going to do.

This is a pattern that I fall into time and time again. I start of with gusto, gain momentum and hit a speed breaker after which everything just sort of slides down into nothingness. I don’t even feel like posting here but post I will and run another day.