In 45 days I’m running a half marathon.
Thursdays are my most difficult run day, which doesn’t make much sense because Thursday is always a recovery run — low miles at a slow pace, to help me bounce back from Wednesday’s speed work or tempo run and get loose for Saturday’s long run. But every Thursday, I have to talk myself into putting on my running shoes because gah I am so tired. And so stressed. And so far behind at everything.
I have the same conversation with myself every Thursday, starting as soon as the alarm goes off: It’s only four miles. It won’t take long. It’s supposed to be easy and slow. Just get it over with.