I’ve been running for quite a few years now, and been coaching for a few too.
I always endeavour to be the optimistic trainer. By this I mean that when in doubt about running or training (and I don’t mean due to health reasons), just go. Get out there, engage with nature — whatever it throws at you — relish the challenge, the invigoration, and the sense of being alive. We always seem to feel better after a good training session (or any exercise) than we do if we bale-out and do something we thought we might enjoy more instead (like lounging around eating toast and drinking tea).
So what happened today?
We had a track session scheduled, but I cancelled it.
Why? Because this damn weather finally got the better of me.
A moment of weakness perhaps, or maybe we need these reminders occasionally to tell us that when we take the lazy option, we really do feel worse, not better.
I should add that nobody complained.