I can do it.
I know I can do it.
I mean, it's just three little miles. Three miles, well, they may not be so little but I'm going to keep telling myself that.
See, I've been out of action for a week now. My last run was a week ago Sunday, when I ran my nine-miler with my Lopers. I got sick later that day (though I'd been feeling something coming on for a few days before that). I tried to go to the gym on Friday but I could not get out of my truck. Instead, I went home and crashed out on the couch for about two hours, in and out of sleep, and then went and laid down on my bed for another 45 minutes or so.
I despise being sick and not feeling myself. I don't like how this has taken over my ability to make my own decisions regarding runs. I want to be the one to choose whether I run or not and it irritates me that this infection or whatever I've battled made the decision for me.
But today, I'm going to try and run three little miles. Have to. Must. No choice. I missed out on a 10-mile run Sunday and I'm really bummed out about that. My Sunday ritual has, for the most part, been to get up early, get dressed, grab a bar and a water bottle and leave the house by about 5:55 in the morning. Then, I go and listen to some awesome and unrivaled running advice which is then followed by a long run.
But yesterday was no such morning. I rolled out of bed after eight, which is a rarity for me, believe me. I felt groggy for a while, then felt okay, then felt half-okay. I'd known a run was not an option so I wasn't going to try and fool myself that I could get up and run.
Still, today's a new day and I feel like I must get out and run. I desperately want to run 10 miles on Sunday and the only way to do that is to get up on my feet and run. My tentative plan is to run three miles today, run an interval session on Wednesday and try for 4-5 miles on Friday. Slowly but surely is the only way I'll make it.
In a way it feels like I'm starting from zero but I'm not. I know once I get out and run my three little miles I'll be able to make it through just fine. I felt fine Sunday afternoon and evening and really started to feel like myself again.
Now, I just have to go out and run.
I can do it.
After all, yesterday's over.