Tuesday morning I got up very early to do a short run. I got my clothes on and started heading out the door. However, it was one of those mornings when I wasn’t feeling it at all. I started to jog down the street, and between a headache and feeling blah, I made it about two blocks before I turned around and went home.

Needless to say, the runner in me felt like crap about it, but I just couldn’t make my body feel like moving. Fast-forward to Tuesday evening and after a nice dinner and some time relaxing by the fire, I decided that I still had time to get a run in. I laced up my shoes and headed out for a 3-miler. I could tell I had eaten (and had a beer) before I ran because by the time I hit mile 2, my stomach was protesting. I kept going though and managed 3 miles with only a little bit of gastric discomfort.

I was really happy with myself that I got out and did an evening run, because I wouldn’t have had a chance to make it up any other time. My running has been pretty crappy this year, dealing with my knee issues, and so it sometimes feels like I just need to give up and hang up my running shoes. I know that’s not something I really want to do though, and so I keep pushing forward, getting in whatever miles that I can.

Hopefully, the second half of the year will be better than the first, but even if it’s not, I just need to remind myself that there’s nothing stopping me from an impromptu evening run.