This morning I woke up before the sun to get ready for the Defiance 15K. It was cold and dark when I woke up. My bowels were playing a funny trick on me and it took every ounce of courage and grit to get out of bed. It felt as though every movement towards getting to the start line this morning was a huge victory.
Its not that the weather was really that horrible or that I was really feeling that bad. It’s just that it was cold and dark and the lazy devil on my shoulder was saying, “Ah, who cares, go back to bed…no one will blame you!” So tempting, Lazy Devil, but not even the blustery wet morning could keep me off those trails.