Yesterday was not one of those days when I was highly motivated to get much of nothing done, including writing about my run.

The weather was decent, the roads were clear, and I am working on cleaning up a few things on my running form, so I needed to get out the door to do it. Unfortunately, my head wasn’t in agreement with that sentiment. Motivation to run was non-existent, I have entered the end-of-the-year “blahs” zone and don’t really have any reason to run besides I can.

Yeah, that I’ve met the goals that I gonna reach and there isn’t a lot of reason to get out the door attitude.

So, of course, I finally dragged my arse out the door and started running. Just because I don’t feel like and all that crap, doesn’t mean that I won’t run. It just means that I will delay until I can’t. 

Once I got to the bottom of the steps, I started to perk up a bit and by the time I got to the end of the driveway and saw how clear the roads were, I was ready to get going. Nothing fast or anything, but an easy run down to Pepin and then come back up Philbrick Hill for probably the final time in 2021.

That was precisely what I did, a nice easy run without doing anything stoopid. I did the 4.0 miles (6.44 km), thought about a bunch of running stuff that I want to write about here, and worked on toeing in my right foot so that it doesn’t look like a duck waddling and T-Rex arms. 

Even so, I was still glad to have the run done. Just focusing on cleaning up those two little things makes the run so much more tiring. Eventually, the changes will be automatic, but it will take a while.

Come with me now — the best is yet to be.