This weekend I just wasn’t in the mood to run, so I didn’t.
I spent a lot of time relaxing, hanging out with my mom who was in town and spending some time with friends, and not once did I feel guilty about not running.
This mental break from such rigorous training has been good for me.
It’s nice to wake up on Saturday morning and decided if I really want to spend my morning doing a long run or if I’d rather get some sleep or spend my time doing something else. It’s nice to not feel like I absolutely have to get up and run and then feeling horribly guilty if I don’t.
I’ve run once since the Frederick half, last Wednesday when I really felt in the mood to go, and the run ended up being fun. That’s what I’m trying to get back, a little bit of the fun I used to have with running.
Right now I need running to be a fun thing that I do and not stressful thing that I do because I want to be able to focus my mental energy elsewhere.