Tomorrow ... Tomorrow ....

I'm in a gunk of a funk mood.
This is helping some.

Are runners just a different breed of people?

Do runners expect a lot out of themselves?

And do runners expect a lot of others too?

Today's run was just blah. 

The legs won't move like it should be.

The ponytail didn't bounce like it should be.

I wasn't go as fast as what I have been doing.

I decided to do inclines instead and made myself finish 2 miles.

And I didn't do inclines because I was feeling tough. It was more like an out .... (If I do inclines, I am not going to finish what was prescribed on the training plan.)

I just wasn't feeling the run.

After this substandard run, I was just drenched in disappointment with myself.

My mind wasn't strong and determined to finish 30 minutes on the treadmill.

I gave in to a weak mind.

What was frustrating was I was pretty close to 30 minutes and I just gave up.

I gave up.

I threw in the towel.

I expect myself to be a fighter.

I expect myself to conquer a weak mind.

I expect today's short run to be better than the pretty freaking fantastic 8-miler I had last week.

I also expect my chicken salad to turn out yummlicious. It was edible. But it sure isn't something I am going to make for a while.

Lastly, I expect myself to quit whining about this.

OK.

Tomorrow will be better. 

Tomorrow ... you are only a day away ....