That’s what I said to my brain today.
Really, that is exactly what happened.
I was a little mad that I had to run this morning, but I had a friend that was expecting me to be there.
Then that little nagging voice in my mind started saying, “You can’t do this. You’re tired. I can’t believe you think you’re going to run that marathon. You should stop.”
So, I decided to prove it wrong (aka “watch me”).
I took the long route, didn’t walk at all & I ran with intention.
It wasn’t my usual, “That was fun!” -kind of run.
It was more of a “Take that! You’re wrong again!” -kind of feel.
I’m still a little miffed with that ole’ brain.
Perhaps I should go for another run…