Monday marked a new week of training. Monday morning started at 4:30 AM to make it to N Street Village in time for the morning "run".
As the day progressed, my mood turned grouchy and exhaustion crept in leaving me with a lack of interest in my evening run. By the time I got home at 5:40, I had decided this extra time was a gift, and that I would take my grump-butt to the high school track and do my 3 miles there.
I ran in solitude, utter and complete silence, focusing on my breathing for the entire 12 laps. I was pleasantly surprised to find out that it was not monotonous at all and helped me de-stress from my bad day.
Some days are almost impossible to convince yourself to lace up, but once you're out there, you won't regret it.