I never did manage to run 20 km last weekend. I felt like crap, as anticipated, and decided that 14 was long enough for me. I thought I’d pick up the slack this week. Didn’t quite turn out as planned, either. I did run home two days in the last week, but not very quickly or energetically. And yesterday, I didn’t run at all.
I could beat myself up about this, but I don’t think anything would be gained by it. I could get upset about how lazy I’ve been with my eating, but what is obsessing about my weight going to solve? I haven’t gained any weight, not really. I don’t need to lose any more weight, even though I occasionally think about those last two kilograms.
I’ve got the Ben Donohoe fun run next weekend. I’ll run home a couple of days this week, maybe even ride to work a couple of days. I’ll use a bit of willpower when it comes to snacks, or then again I might not. And I’ll try to blog a bit more often. But I’ll try not to feel guilty if I don’t. For now. I just don’t need the guilt right now.
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