Today was not the greatest.
Last night for dinner I had a really heavy dinner of steak, mashed potatoes, and corn. I didn't sleep too well and am in kind of a funk. I got up this morning and really had to force myself to go out for my run, especially after seeing a 1 pound weight gain on the scale. Nothing was in sync today. Maybe there was some kryptonite lurking around, but I was not feeling like my normal self. I stretched out and took off for the morning run.
The run was very awkward today. I was considerably slower than I have been and ended up running the 5 miles in 48:23 with no rhythm whatsoever. I ached and was glad when the run was over. I still made the scheduled distance and could have gone farther, but I really didn't want to today. Such a clunky run that you think I would be miserable right now.
True, I am not on top of my game today, but I am not feeling sorry for myself or in a bad mood. Why? Well, I completed my run today. It wasn't pretty, but I still did what I had planned to do. Because of how I was feeling, I listened to my body and didn't push myself faster and ended up with a slower time, but still completed the run.
The great thing about coming so far in getting in shape is that even the bad days look good. Gaining a pound doesn't look so bad when I can still say I have lost 87. Looking at the photo of the old me (which I have put up on my bathroom mirror to remind me to not let history repeat itself) I still am proud of where I am now and where I am going. Running 5 miles at about 9:40 a mile is not bad when you consider that I wasn't able to run 1/4 of a mile at the beginning of the year.
Despite the funk I am in, when you look at the whole picture it still can be said that life is good.