Week 13: Finding excuses

Really had to force myself out for a run at the beginning of the week.  It was cold and damp, with slush from the weekends snowfalls.  My car is playing up, and some DIY work was not going well, so I was not in the best of moods.  I started plodding round the lake debating how many circuits I needed to do.  Three circuits would give me my target of ten kilometres, but I was not in the mood to run on the flat passing the same spot three times.  So after half a circuit I decided to run into the hills.  The going was steep, rising about 300 metres in a kilometre.  I soon dropped to a walk, cursing all the way and cold from my sweat.  However once I reached the highest point the view down to the lake was worth it.  The descent was a slippery, but I managed not to fall on my face.  I even sprinted the last kilometre back to the car.  So pretty satisfied and my mood had improved.
The next two days work and cold weather served as excuses not to do anything.  So Thursday I knew I had to go to the gym.  Some static cycling, 2km on the rowing machine and some weights for core strength.  The next day I had an appointment for a massage at the gym, so spent a good hour alternating on the different machines before the massage.  The massage itself was on a water bed and powerful jets of water provided the massage.  It was very pleasant after my workout and seemed to do my leg and back muscles good.
The weekend again was rather lazy, apart from refereeing a under 10 rugby match.  It is hard to pull on the running shoes and head out into the cold and damp, even if the sense of satisfaction afterwards is worth it. I am also having an existential crisis about the utility of running so often and the time it takes.  I try to keep in my head, "just do it because you can".