Over the hills and far away

Well, the ipod issues aside for now (seems I figured out how to use it properly) I have been suffering with my mental toughness this week. Not sure why but my Superman complex might just be fading. The weather today would make anyone want to run at this time of the year, clear, light breeze and 14C at 8:30am. I laced up and headed out, through the park and along the water I figured, leaving a couple easy hills to the end as the final insult. As I got going I felt like I was running in soft molasses. My legs felt heavy and me, totally uninspired. I plodded on and tried to make the most out of this unfortunate feeling. The sun was bright off the water and the air was unseasonably warm, I probably could have done without the vest and just gone for the longsleeve. I kept an easy consistant pace as I turned off the waterfront and headed to the final few hills heading home. I looked at my ipod and noticed that I was closer to my goal distance than I realized. I remembered then that the route that I chose is longer and I would be comfortable with just ending at my chosen distance and walking the rest home. I eased into the last couple of kilometeres before stopping and walking. 41:25 ~ 8km, 5:10 per km.
The walk home was very pleasant providing I stayed out of the shade. This is the time where I always question why I sit and stew about not wanting to run. I always feel good after, always. Even if I am hurting, I feel good. I know I am not alone in the procrastination of running, with all the self negotiation that goes on and such, it is so freaking wasteful and pointless. Just get out and run.