I woke up from my "nap" with that jittery, nauseated feeling that spoke to my lack of sleep. In addition, my household is fighting some sort of mild sneezy virus or maybe just plain ole' nasal irritation from the dry heat. Needless to say, I felt pretty crappy.
I told myself all I had to do was pick up my son from school and get back home and I could go back to sleep. Screw the gym. But, I made myself put on my gym clothes just in case. I suspected I might feel differently once fresh air hit me...
Well, I didn't. But I drove to the gym anyway.
We got to the gym too late to run before my groove class. There were no parking spaces. And there were no available treadmills when I got inside. The voice in my head kept telling me, "It's okay to just go back home." Instead of listening, I just waited, sitting cross-legged on the gym floor, still uninspired.
Boy, am I glad I did.
I did a long, walking warm-up (10 minutes) to see if I would start circling the drain early. It felt okay.
I increased to 5 minutes running with 1 minute walking. No breaks, no gasping, no cramps, nose cleared up... for a full 30 minutes (2.54 miles). I couldn't believe it (and still can't). How could I run the best and the farthest on the day I felt the worst? I can't explain it. But, I'm so excited.