Confession: Good for the Soul.

And on the seventh day he rested.

Actually, he rested on the fifth and sixth day now that he's honest.

That "he" would be me. Yes, that's right: a measily 11 miles running this week.

I am not really sure what happened this week but this is my time to confess and "cleanse the soul".

I know part of my regression had to do with the boredom associated with the dreaded treadmill (dreadmill for short). I had announced to my wife that I was going to hit the streets this week but winter actually decided to show up this year and it dipped down into the low thirties again. (Remember I follow the "wuss rule" of no running below 40 degrees).

I felt that I was becoming burned out. I was starting to feel tired and my morning runs were a chore. In addition, I am sometimes guilty of being an "all-or-nothing" type person. After a big "splurge meal" Wednesday night with family and friends, and a party Friday, I just lost momentum partly because I had eaten so badly.

I hope I am not the only one that has weeks like this. But it helps to know I have read in the past that you need a few days off every now and then. I am just going to try to mentally chalk it up to my body's encouragement to take a break. At any rate, I have my gym bag packed and I will be headed out at 5:15 in the morning! Hopefully, in my next blog, I will be exclaiming my conquest of a successful week running!