Warning: lots of whining ahead

I gotta admit -- I wasn't very happy this morning when my alarm went off. I was *this close* to going back to bed. When I looked out the windows and they all had inch-thick condensation from the humidity it was even more of a reason to blow off my run. I stood there, probably longer than I should have, convincing myself that I could take today off and run tomorrow instead of doing weights. I was about to go that route but I decided that I hate the feeling of playing catch up with my workouts more than I would hate running and I was up anyway so off I went.

It. Was. Disgusting. Probably the worst it's been for a run. And I struggled. The first 2.5 miles went okay but I really had a tough time with the second third of my run. I did okay for the last part but there was a time where I looked at a big flat rock on the side of the road and thought it looked pretty comfy for a little nap. I figured B would come find me eventually. I hoped.

I have no idea what my pace was, I purposely didn't wear a watch or use my running app. I figured just being out there was effort enough. Today was not the day to get down on myself for going slow.

I'll be honest, I think the next few weeks are going to be a real struggle for me. The marathon is far enough away where there's no end any time soon. Yet the excitement of starting the training has worn off and I have had 6 weeks of training (plus all my pre-training work) to have worn me down. I hope that once I get to the halfway mark I'll feel like I've turned a corner. For now, it's dawning on me that there is no break coming, no respite. Only weeks that increase in intensity, both physically and mentally.

Tonight I'm going to an event that I hope will really motivate me. I hope to have a much less whiney post tomorrow and a whole new attitude. That's a tall order, I know, but this event just may do the trick.