I sort of went for a run last night. I don't know exactly what my deal was; it wasn't particularly hot; I did have a slight slight queasy stomach from eating too recently; I just wasn't in the mood? I don't know. I've overcome many worse obstacles than that many a time, but last night, I just wasn't into it. I quit running after just 3.25 miles. I walked 1.5 after that.
I totally don't want to, but I'm heading downstairs to ride the stupid trainer. I've got to snap out of this total lack of wanting to workout.
I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that I spent 3+ hours in the garden yesterday weeding. Who knows.