I skipped my run today. I don’t do that very often, and when I do I often feel a terrible nagging guilt. But today it felt pretty fantastic.
I’ve been tired lately. Participating in the 40 Days challenge means six days of yoga, plus four days of running, plus three days of physical therapy/ strength training was getting out to be a little bit much. We’re all used to handling different amounts of activity, and this, to me, was a lot.
So the other night, I wrapped up a great, sweaty yoga class, hit the shower and headed to bed. When my alarm went off the next day, I just wasn’t feeling it. I made my way to the bathroom to put in my contacts, but I couldn’t shake it off. (Sorry, Taylor Swift.) I headed back to bed. I had a few second thoughts, but I was too tired to overthink it.
With another hour and a half of sleep, I felt better. I was ready for work and not in a terrible mood. And, you know what, it made me want to run the next morning. It went from something I had to do, from another item on my long to-do list, to something I was looking forward to.
Whenever people tell me about how much they hate running, I nod. I get it. But I love it, and if I did, I wouldn’t do it. I’d find another exercise that I enjoy. Taking an extra day off gave me a chance to miss it, and it was exactly what I needed.