Well, perhaps not the road, but at least the treadmill.
I ran last night, and my legs were the limiting factor this time, more so than breathing. I didn’t really feel like running, still, but went ahead and got on the treadmill. Normally when this happens, once I’m running I feel better and am glad that I did so. That didn’t seem to happen this time. It was just hard.
Now, I am glad that I ran, because I really needed to. I have to stay on top of it if I want to reach my goals. I guess I’m just going through a period of low motivation. It’s funny how not long ago at all I was quite happy with my progress and prospects. What a difference a few days can make.
It’ll get better.