That is what I told myself over and over (and over) when I dragged my tired butt out of bed at 4:15 this morning, and stood in the kitchen listening to my very quiet house and the sound of POURING rain outside. The "devil-Erin" on my shoulder whispered that I could get two full hours of more sleep if I were to just crawl back into my nice warm bed right then. "Devil-Erin" suggested it was stupidity for a mom of 12 to be up when she had a house full of sleeping children and pointed out that I had a late night ahead tonight. I almost listened to her.
I contemplated the treadmill then or later, but with a busy day ahead of me I knew that if I wanted to get my eight miles in it would have to be early. And I didn't want to skip my run and knew I would feel blecky later on if I did. I started going through the motions of getting ready to run outside, all the while hoping that the rain would let up some. It didn't. I waited around to see if Jenny was going to come. She didn't. At just after 5am I said "screw it" out-loud and headed out the front door.
It was wet and it was cold (cold enough that the rain mixed with snow for a little while), but you know what? It really wasn't that bad at all. It was even kind of fun. And as I knew I would, I got home and felt awesome, and was super glad that I had gone and run, even in the dark and the rain.
Because truly, truly, the only runs I ever regret are the ones that I don't go on. :)
Do you have two minutes and $5? $10? Every little bit helps and is greatly appreciated. :)