Late Friday evening, MT sent out a message about running on Saturday morning. Having been climbing at the gym since 4:30pm until almost closing, I slept through until nearly 9am.
Sunday morning was a chance to redeem myself and I set the alarm with all the best intentions to hit the track. I remember turning off the alarm and thinking I had to wake up, but the point between that and the dream state that led me to believe the run was called off seemed rather hazy.
In my dream, I received an SMS stating that the run was called off and I happily dozed off again. It was not until I opened my eyes to a brightly lit room that I realized I had slept in.
Since PCL and I agreed to postpone our morning runs until May due to a hectic traveling schedule, my running is going down the tubes. It’s almost as though we are taking one step forwards and two steps back.
At the start of the month, we had been working on a rewards system to increase our motivation to get out onto the track because we were consistently canceling runs for the feeblest reasons, such as, “I’m feeling quite lazy today.” We thought perhaps we were getting bored of the track and decided to tackle a hill trail but bailed from it on the morning of the intended run in favour of an easier track.
And now, two more missed runs… tsk, tsk, tsk…
Well, at least I’m climbing…