Schedule: Love it or hate it. Or both?

I'm having a mixed relationship with my running schedule. I fear there may be turbulent times ahead for us both. The schedule sits on my desk telling me what to do and how to do it. And I'm not sure I like that. I get in from a busy day at work; I'm tired, I'm hungry, my head is full of this, that and the other, and Schedule (capital letter - it's developing personality) simply says, "Go out and run. Run 5 miles and take about 50 minutes over it". And I'm like, "But Schedule, it's late. It's cold. I'm tired." And Schedule just says, "Go out and run. Run 5 miles. Run today. Run tomorrow."

There's every danger of me deciding that Schedule is a bit of a bitch.

However, that said, about 5 minutes into my run last night, I felt fine. Better than fine, in fact. I felt great. And, goddammit, I felt grateful to Schedule for holding a line with me. For standing strong and not backing down. Without Schedule I'd never have made it out of the door. And I know that. 

There's every danger of Schedule being my greatest ally over the coming months!

Schedule is the child of Mike Gratton, who has won the London Marathon, so she knows what she's talking about. (eek - Schedule has gender now!)

As I said, I'm having a mixed relationship ;o)