Today I didn't feel like running

I wanted to do anything else. I had to myself a huge chunk of day, 9am-12pm where I could whatever I wanted. This is not a post about how I did the honourable and inspiring thing, persevering even when it was hard, and just look at how determined I was, take a leaf of this smug book ya lazy ^&(&%.  It's just a ramble, really, trying to figure out why I didn't feel like getting outside.  I even have now nice bright sparkly new running shoes, that I wished for ages but never felt justified to get them, until this project...they are so comfortable and awesome, (and expensive, but it's obvious why).  I had 3 rest days after the last long slow run on Saturday,, where to be honest, I pushed a bit too much, and covered around 18-20Km. 3 days is a longish rest period, and  it was time to limber up and do the stuff set for this week: 3 short runs at various paces, and one long slow run at the weekend (when I say paces, I mean going faster or slower based on how suffocated I