why did i even bother getting off the couch

isnt it funny how some days you can run for hours and feel great while doing it and then other days you go out for an easy 3 mile run and feel as though your feet are cemented to the ground (or treadmill in my case). That was me tonight. I needed to run 3 short little miles. It had been my plan to run Tuesday, Wed and Friday of this week. I procrastinated today - had dinner out with the fam tonight - came home started spring cleaning my bedroom but at 9:00 i was determined that i was just going to put my shoes on and go run those 3 miles and stop making 1000 reasons not too and re-arranging my whole week to accommodate me not running tonight. Well, i was proud of myself. To get up and put my running clothes on and my shoes and actually drive myself to the y - well, that was motivation, will power, determination. And then i turned that treadmill on and stared right into a brick wall. It was all i could do to run a half mile. I stopped, stretched, got back on. Finally, 22 minutes later i had run 2 miles and i was done. Put a fork in me. I should have just stayed at home and tucked all my little ones into bed. I guess, in the end, 2 miles is better than nothing. Oh well, tomorrow is a new day.