Motivation or lack there-of

There are just some days when you don't want to go out and run.  Trainin'?  You Trainin'?  Ugh, today?!  You know the days.  Every now and then, you need a(n extra) day off.  Been fighting some sort of respiratory thing since 4th of July weekend that won't disappear (took 10 days of antibiotics and steroids, but NOTHING), plus I have this wonky left calf/shin thing.  Still, I haven't reached that day, yet, thank God.  It's kind of funny, though, because I never thought elite people or (psycho) fitness people really ever reached those days. 

I assumed, unlike my largess (get it? large ass), they had to keep going.  Then, there it was today, I saw a post by @frayed_laces on her blog.  She claims to not be an athlete, but sure trains like one, and is going to Kona for the Ironman (which isn't far, since she lives in Hawaii).  But there it was, in yesterday’s post: she skipped yesterday’s training.  Then today, she slept in! 

Why do I care?  I’m petty.  I need to compete.  I need to one-up people.  Sure, she trains every day, and does more in one workout then I do on days I do two.  Sure, I take 2 days off a week.  I don’t care.  Her “slacking” makes me feel better that I even had thoughts of slacking.  So, thank you, Frayed Laces, you actually motivated me to make sure I get through my week's workouts.

Today, I didn’t have much drive.  Today, I wanted to take a day off, but I refused.  Today, I didn’t want to do two workouts, but I didn’t want to disappoint (read: heart it from) the kids.  So, today, I’ll take this little victory.