This evening, I ran on the treadmill. I felt horrible about it. Why? Well, it's beautiful here in Maryland today. Upper 70s/Low 80s around run time, totally sunny and beautiful. Maybe a little breeze.
I just didn't feel like running outside. I didn't feel like running hills (there is NO FLAT ROAD near my house - in fact, we live on a hill). I didn't feel like waving, smiling or otherwise greeting neighbors who will definitely be outside while I am out. I didn't feel like dodging cars, or contemplating what route I was going to go. I didn't feel like sunshine or sweat or carrying a water bottle in my hand.
I just wanted to go into the basement, where it is cool, get on the treadmill, and GO. Get it done.
And that's what I did. Yet, I feel guilty for wasting a great weather day. I feel bad for not being outside and enjoying it when I complain about bad weather the whole rest of the year.
Well, not really. I do admit that for running I prefer winter and for everything else I prefer summer...
Does anyone else ever feel this way?
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