Thursday was supposed to be a rest/ cross training day but since I knew the likelihood of me running today was pretty nil, I optimistically packed my running gear. It was a pretty good day at work. We were fully staffed, and even with the hectic-ness of month end, new month, year end and new year all at once, it was still good. I was looking forward to a good run after work. I wasn’t too eager to find out just how many people were working on their New Year’s resolutions but oh well. It wasn’t until 4:45 that things went screwy.
I lost my mojo (if I ever had any to begin with). I had absolutely no desire to go for a run or deal with the after work New Year crowd. Even my drive home sounded horrible. It wasn’t except for the random tears that started on the way. For no flippin’ reason!!!! Seriously nothing was wrong but I was crying.
Today was my late day, so driving home last night in between sniffs, I thought about the logistics of a morning run. I even laid out clothes before sleeping last night. Then I went to sleep in the hopes that I would wake up in a better mood. When my alarm went off, I rolled over and pulled back the curtain, still dark. I hit snooze. Second alarm went off, more dark, another snooze. This continued for all 5 alarms. I then had to drag myself out of bed for work. The funk was still around.
I treated myself to a peppermint mocha along the commute hoping that it would help. Not so much, I almost cried twice at work before 11:00. What the hell. I really don’t understand it. By the time I got off work, all I wanted to do was eat a large pizza, but I didn’t. Mostly because I didn’t want to pay for it, so I can’t even call it a will power win.
8 miles are on the calendar for tomorrow but I missed a 4 mile training run. So here’s to hoping for a good run of some sort tomorrow and a better mood. Or at least one that makes sense.
Anyone else ever randomly cry for no reason?
I see everyone is doing great with their goals so far!! Such a great thing to read!
Any races this weekend?