Lifted a little yesterday, too. Stretched a bunch. Watched some really terrible free scary movies on demand. It was a lazy Sunday overall.
This weekend I realized that my running has had an impact on some people in my life, and it feels fantastic. My oldest sister told me she got a trainer and that she's beginning to run a little. My hope is that she will join me and my friends in the Iron Girl race next year (because this one was a blast!). Liz has told me that my running motivated her back in June. Since signing Travis up for the Pineapple Classic, he's been hopping on the treadmill daily now.
It's feels weird that people would look up to me in that sense. It's really flattering/humbling and makes me not want to let them down. So, this is why I'm not going to have any more bad runs...who cares if I don't make that 6th mile? I ran. Who cares if I have to go slow one day? I ran. Who cares if I have to take little breaks every mile on the treadmill BecauseTreadmillRunningIsHard? I still ran.
Like Coach Fish says, "It's all about the miles," and that's what I'm going to be about.
Just run for the fun of it.