You never can tell when it's going to be "one of those days."
Later in the afternoon, you might think back and say, "Yeah, I should have seen that coming," but in the midst of the downward spiral, it's really tough to see how it all went wrong. For me, today started off badly because, for the second day in a row, I gave myself the option of going back to sleep. Yesterday it was a semi-honest mistake of forgetting to turn the sound back on my phone and then deciding I didn't have enough time to run before work. Today it was sheer laziness.
Credit goes to my wife, who told me to get my butt moving both days, but I just wasn't feeling it. This week has been incredibly long, and it's not going to let up any time soon. In addition to the tech rehearsals for my show that monopolize my evenings, it's also reporting week for every one of my clients at work. Couple that with a 40+ mile week of marathon training, and you've got a recipe for disaster.
So this morning, I chose to sleep later, a decision I would regret. You see, with the reports I have to complete, I've got a lot of last-minute work to do, checking through certain things. It's taking me much, much longer than I had anticipated, so much so that I ended up working about 11 hours today. It's tough to say exactly, because a couple of those hours were done in between scenes backstage tonight, since this stuff's got to get done early in the week. I'll be up early and at it again tomorrow, even though I just got home from rehearsal.
I realized early this afternoon that I was not going to be able to find the time for my run today. The only time I could have used was the morning, and I had squandered that. There are eight miles hanging over my head right now.
But I'll tell you this much. I've gone three weeks without missing a run, and I don't intend to let that streak fade now. My current plan is to get up tomorrow morning and take the pup for my scheduled 5-mile run. Then, depending on how the day goes, I'll do one of two things. Either I'll make up my eight in the afternoon, or, if things are too crazy, I'll save it for Thursday morning when I have scheduled resting. I'm not going to lose those miles. Not now. Not this close to the race.
Life will find ways to destroy your running schedule if you let it.
I won't let it.