5 and 6... so close to done.

So, yesterday I didn't write about my running experience because, well, there was nothing notable to write. Really, today was the same. My great hope a few nights ago that I'd wake up one of these mornings and decide that running really is just so worthwhile has worn off. Tomorrow will be the last of my 7 day commitment and I'm looking forward to not having this obligation I put on myself anymore. I think there is a chance I'll run from time to time... but there's also a chance I won't. I just truly don't enjoy it. Part of that, I'm sure, is that I don't run enough- even this week I've really only run about a mile in total each day- I usually make myself walk for awhile too so I'm gone 20-30 minutes, but its just not enough.

We'll see what happens next week... but I will say- Saturday morning running is probably my least favorite. I hung out with a friend last night and didn't get home until around 1 this morning and then was hoping to go to an art festival this afternoon so in order to get a run in before I needed to leave I had to set an alarm. Alarms just shouldn't go off on Saturday mornings! Oh well. I survived it. We'll see what happens!