I failed to train before coming into work. At the time it seemed like a perfectly practical and productive decision. I trained well yesterday, the run in the evening was less than stellar, given a tropical storm, and a 10 miler the previous day. Thus I gathered that a restful snooze would do me well. Albeit, I never fell back asleep. But failing to train this morning was pure idiocy.
I could have gotten a much more fresh start to my day. And I would not have had to worry about possibly leaving late, and thus losing my ability to train.
In any event, I’ve learned that the first 10 minutes of any day are unquestionably the hardest. Once I get out of that trench of passiveness and embellished covers, I am free to charge the enemies of stress and frustration, with the magnificent gift of moving through space rapidly.
I have learned.
