I spent the last evening lying in bed, watching The Biggest Loser and eating ice-cream. (I especially enjoyed the parts about self-sabotage.) All the fat people seemed to run better than me.
First thing in the morning, before I opened my eyes, I heard the sound of rain drops hitting the window. Oh crap, this really did not make me feel more enthusiastic about "getting back on the horse". Maybe postponing the run till the afternoon could do the trick.
I digged really deep to actually get out there again. Luckily it stopped raining. I knew I could not run the same trail as yesterday even if it meant taking the more difficult hilly path. I kept repeating to myself: "it is a new day today". And guess what ... it was. I gained my confidence back in the first four km. I was so proud of myself that I pushed some limits. I ran hills and I ran them strong. I had this picture of Jillian yelling at me at the bottom of the hill and as I approached to the top Bob rooting for me (yes, it was a lot of The Biggest Loser last night).
It was very muddy and slippery 8,36 km but the most important was that I got not defeated by the failure yesterday. On the contrary, I won some battles I have never won before.
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