This morning I woke up feeling letargic, with hunger pangs and a sense of weariness from the long workweek.
Nevertheless, I stuck to my morning routine, following the trail of breadcrumbs I'd left for myself around the house:
Pick up my notepad & pen from my bedside table
Walked to the bathroom where my running gear was already laid out and got changed
Walked to the kitchen, grabbed my AG drink from the fridge
Sat for my 15 minutes guided meditation, ready on my phone
Put my shoes on and head out of the house
This routine has become so automatic that I barely have to think about it anymore. I love it because it removes friction and opportunities for excuses.
However, once I started running, I realized that my body wasn't up for the planned workout.
I thought I could just hide this run under the rug, nobody would know.
But then I realised I would know.
So I carried on with my run and the intended session (10km with 5x500m pick ups).
It wasn't a standout performance, but I didn't let myself down.
I did the best I could today, and sometimes that's enough.