I have days where I "rally!" and can embrace the pool with sadistic GLEE.
It's just that today isn't that day. Today I hate the pool. And yet, tomorrow I slog. I will get up before the sun, eat something light, and go to the pool for more torture. I will beat myself until I can barely stand.
My heart craves a run. My head tells my heart to get over it. My run tells me it's not speaking to me until next Saturday, so don't bother calling or 'just showing up'.
I just want to run.
But I cannot.
Tomorrow I slog. Because I must. I have to. It's what Those People tell me I should do to stay strong. The Q agrees it will keep me fit so I can step back into my run. Even Harry Potter says he's done it, and he's pretty much ~ epic. But don't tell him I said that, or that I named him Harry Potter, but if this isn't Hogwarts, I don't know what is.....
And so what now?
Tomorrow I slog. Because, I must.