My name is Nicole and I am a slacker. It has been ten days since my last run.
When I missed my first one, it was understandable seeing as it was prime holiday season and all. The second missed run brought on the inner negotiations: I'll run both days this weekend, I'll do a workout DVD at home tomorrow, etc. After I had missed a whole week, the rationalizations were harder to accept. And then the guilt set in.
I felt like I did in college when I would miss a class. One was bad. After two, well, I felt guilty. If I hit three in a row, it usually led to me eventually dropping the class because I felt too guilty going back after missing that many classes. Once I saw this pattern emerging again with my runs this week, I threw my workout gear in the car and accepted no excuses. HIE THEE TO THE TRACK!!!
Nothing crazy, just three miles, but the distance I covered working my way back on plan was like a million miles. And the funny thing is that I really did miss it, and I did enjoy my run, and I was proud when it was over.
I do not want to drop this class because I have come too far to throw away all of my hard work.