My biggest temptation yesterday didn't present itself in the form of French fries, pasta or pierogies.
It was running that called to me. Whispered my name, like a tiny little devil in the distance.
"Come run with meeeeee... You know you want to. Just run with meeeeee..."
Although there are things I hate about running (such as actually forcing my body to move), there are also things I love about it. The feeling of strength. The self-satisfaction. The belief that I can achieve anything.
And sometimes, I just want to skip my strength training workouts and go for a run instead.
So why fight the temptation?
I am very prone to injury. History has taught me that pushing myself too far and too fast only results in an injury--like a stress fracture--that will put me out of the ballgame for months. If I want to run for the long haul, I gotta take it easy. I have to build mileage and speed slowly. (Check out my HM training program, and you'll see it's extremely conservative.)
So I can't do any extra miles. I can't add another run to my week. That's just asking for disaster.
Instead, I had to wait for today. Today is a "run day." And I am so happy about that!
But resisting my little "running devil" is sometimes harder than resisting a big plate of pierogies.