Until running season is in full swing, I'm a bit of a hermit. When it's still cool, dark and soggy outside, I revel in my solo long runs, quiet Sunday mornings and early-to-bed evenings.
But once summer comes, hold on!
Right from the first step, I could tell it wasn’t going to be a good run. My limbs were heavy and my mood was as gloomy and grey as the overcast skies above. There was no way I was going to pull off my planned 90-minute interval run.
It was all I could do to jog slowly along the level bike path paralleling the river that cut through town.
“You’re so lazy; what’s wrong with you?!” I thought over and over.