i had a bad feeling this morning, in my stomach, although i think i confused it with the 4 glasses of wine and creamy gorgonzola cheese that had been downed the night before. i did not want to make the effort to get dressed in the layers necessary for braving the elements, and head out for several miles of "punishment".
it was not what i expected or planned. i started slow, was patient with myself- no expectations, and actually enjoyed the run. the hills weren't too hellacious. i went further, and did more than i anticipated i was capable of.
sometimes the hardest part is just getting out the door. after that, the hills are easy.