So yesterday was a gong show of a day. I was going non-stop and being a super productive rock star. Then I looked up at the clock and it was almost 11pm. I hadn't run the 5km's that was in my half marathon training plan. That's when the guilt started to sink in...
A part of me wanted to say screw it. It was late. I was tired. I wanted to watch TV. But instead of conceding to the excuses, I laced up my shoes and got my ass on the treadmill. I bolted out 5 fast km's and sweat my face off.
Afterwards, I had that feeling of accomplishment that I've been craving for a long time. Success is peace of mind in knowing that you did everything in your power to reach your potential. It's about holding yourself accountable to your goals. Excellence doesn't just come because you want it, you've got to put in the "miles".
That's my story...I felt pretty proud of myself when I got back to my hotel room and knew I did something to fuel my success.
The only problem with running at 11pm is that you are totally wired for the rest of the night…but I'll take wired over guilty any day!
Today was a day off, tomorrow is a 4km run and then Saturday is a big 12km. That will be a good test!