I haven’t been running this week, for various reasons which are rubbish in the scheme of things.
Monday night I worked late, it was a bank holiday and Mr. Neon had the Neon Toddler, and anyway – I ran a half marathon on Sunday, so that was a little bit more understandable.
Tuesday I went out for cocktails, and Wednesday some friends came over at the exact same time that running club meets. And now it’s Thursday and I haven’t run.
And I can feel that I haven’t run. I’m feeling lazy and snappy and irritable. I’m feeling restless. It doesn’t help that I know I won’t be able to run until Sunday because of the flight. Oh yes, that’s right, we’re leaving for Australia tonight. A trip that I a equal parts excited and terrified about. No, mostly excited.
So, I might try and sneak in a run today, with the toddler. But I still need to pack, and drop some keys off to a friend, and do some washing. I still have a bunch of other things to do, but I need to run.
I need it.