Some days I feel like I'm getting pushed. Like it's effort. Like I have to try.

Others I feel like I'm getting pulled by some imaginary force and I'm just along for the ride.

The type of day I have--a pull, or a push--is impossible to predict. Sometimes it makes absolutely no sense at all.

Today--12 hours after a 45-minute run. Underslept, underfed, cold and in the rain, I felt like someone had me by the front of the belt and all I had to do was pick my feet up off the ground.

I cut it short after 22 minutes. For no reason other than I had accomplished what I had set out to do, and it feels amazing to walk away knowing I had more to give.

Until tomorrow.

Total time: 22 minutes
Avg HR: Unknown
Avg Pace: Unknown