A test of sorts

On new years this year I wrote my list of resolutions, nothing too concrete but more of a list of intentions. Today was the first test of that list. I have had a long history of self sabotage, you know when things are good I take a left turn into traffic, upsetting the balance. Today I had fully decided that I wasn't going to run for reasons that still elude me but that was my stance. Now I have lofty plans for this year with some 4000km of training and 6 large races planned. So it made no sense to not train today, I'm healthy, the weather was near perfect for early January, the list goes on. But I had this thing in me that wasn't going to let me do it because I just get in my own way. So I meditated on it for a while and in short order I got my shit together and got outside. Not that the run was anything to write about, that is not the issue, the key here is that the feeling of satisfaction and pleasure, the real reason I run, was there at the end, as it always is. Riding the elevator back to the apartment, it occured to me that I had won this round but will have to continue battling from time to time until I can figure out just how to be my own best friend and welcome success.

8 km, 42:29, 5:17 pace
Sleep: 6 hr, 4/10
Legs: 6/10 (right anterior ankle pain, ice, arnica, neproxin)