I didn't run today.
I'm tired. I'm still fighting a weird cold meets allergies. I have to clean my house. As it stands, even without running today, I am running 22 miles this week. Plus I went to yoga last night. And my hip is sore.
I don't want to.
I know I am supposed to. I know in order to be ready to run my heart out in September, I need to get out there and run. But schedules are made to be shifted. Especially running schedules.
Instead, I am cleaning my room this morning.
So spare me the guilt trips. Spare me the disappointed patronizing gaze.
Go find yourself someone else to ride with your perfectionistic training guide.