Well sort of... Since the marathon I’ve done a bike work out, two swim work outs and managed to pepper in a few runs. For the past five days however life, or “unbalanced forces” in Newtonian vernacular, has conspired against me.
At least twice I’ve gotten up early, dressed for a run, stepped outside and then promptly returned to bed. I’ve brought gear to work thinking I’ll run the 10k home after work. I’ve begged myself, promised myself and loathed myself out the door for a run but:
The baby’s crying.
I need a little extra push. I need a little inspiration. I need some cosmic force to strike a new balance and set me back in motion.
"You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club."