Can't believe how glad I am that that is done......................................

Today's twelve mile run that is. Every single step was mental torture, and I have no idea why. Doing three miles less than last week one would think it would be easier to get out and get moving. Not true. I got up fine, got out okay, and did the first two miles without any difficulty, and then I just wanted to be done.

I didn't have any more aches than normal, but seemed to focus on each and everyone each time a foot made contact with the pavement. Of course the more one focuses on the negative, the more glaring it becomes.

Can it be chalked up to lack of sleep and/or relaxation? (my) Mister has gone camping and has not been around to help out, but my youngest has been a wonderful substitute. My eating seems to be falling into a nice pattern, no meat and the only dairy I had was the creamer in my coffee. I actually thought about giving up cream in my coffee, but it has such an emotional place in my day that I am choosing not to do that right now. It isn't about the caffeine, because I have no problem doing my run before having coffee. Sometimes I even forget to have some when I get back if the OPs are beginning to get up and I get busy with them. It is more like a comforting companion as I wake up with my computer in the early hours of my day. A piece of a routine that can't be nearly as bad for me as a lot of other things might be.

So, one more long run written down for the record book. What? You bet I'm counting it! I did the time, even if it wasn't a stellar time (or run) I am proud that I completed it. Isn't it the things in life that we do even if we don't want to do them that have the most to teach us? Anyone can do something they are enjoying. Pushing through the mental tantrums is great training for a marathon, as you WILL be pushed to the end of your physical endurance and it WILL come down to mind over matter. "I can (and will)!" Another mantra to keep handy?