I was totally not feeling it when I got up this morning; I was tired yesterday, still tired today, but I peeled myself up because usually the meh kind of feeling goes away after the first mile.
When I was barely at mile two I was wishing it was over already...so I cut it short at four miles. I probably overdid it last week and it's catching up to me. Tomorrow, if I walk, it'll be 3 miles in the evening. In the morning I'll get up early, but instead of shorts and running shoes I'm putting on Kevlar lined jeans and boots, and taking my bike out for a ride.
Murf keeps telling me to listen to my body, so I'm listening, and it's telling me to back off a little and not push as hard. And it's begging to go out for a good 50-60 miles spin on the pretty black bike, maybe stop somewhere not especially diet friendly for lunch. I'll walk on Wednesday, either a dedicated rack-up-some-miles walk, or even a wander-around-Six-Flags walk, but I'll walk.
No, I don't need anyone to make me feel better about not walking tomorrow and riding instead; it's for the better. My bike misses me, I know it does ;)