I don't know what prompted it, but at some point late this morning, I looked in the mirror and said to myself, "T, you need to get your shit together. You need to quit procrastinating on this tri training and just freaking DO IT. I know you're not as motivated as Brandon right now, but who cares. Train and the motivation will follow."
I came out to my computer and wrote a poem/mission statement-type thing and then went out for a run.
It's a humid, overcast day here in Colorado; a rarity for us and, given that it's slightly drizzly as well, a day that normally I'd say "eh, I'll go to the gym later" and then probably not end up going because that's the way I work sometimes.
But today, I ran. It was a little chilly, but I felt better for going. I planned my route to have two decent-sized hills in it - the hillier part of that 1.35 mile loop and then this bitch of a trail hill that I'll undoubtedly have to face in the Lone Tree Firecracker 5K on July 4th. I had to walk a bit on the trail hill to regain my breathing, but also because I had some pain/discomfort in my abdomen. As I got to the top of the hill (2.34 miles in) ... I realized what it was.
I had to poop. Badly.
I walked the remainder home (the last .57 mi) and barely made it. Still, what I ran I did in 24:20 for a 10:23.93 mile. Not great, but given that it's the first time I've really run since the Rockies race (done a few sprint workouts, but that's it), I'll gladly take it.
Perhaps something more tonight when Brandonpants gets home, but for now, I'm content with what I did and hungry for more.