So, according to my official half marathon training plan, today was supposed to be one of those super important “cross training” days. The days in-between your runs when you strength train your muscles (like your weak, weak hips) by lifting heavy and grunting so you can be in peak physical shape to do…more running. You are never to skip these days. Never ever. They are just important as your run days, in fact.

But what actually happened today? Bed. Rotting.

That’s right – today’s workout (after a full day of mental brain drain at my actual job) was me glued to my bed, binge-watching shows, and eating Chipotle because, dear God, I love Chipotle.

This chick knows what’s up.

Should I be more disciplined? Absolutely. Did I, instead, decide that I’m sore, tired, and totally earned a day of doing absolutely nothing after yesterday’s 7-mile slog? You bet I did. My body feels like it got hit by a truck (that truck being “humidity and hills”), and my brain is fully onboard with telling me I deserve this day of sloth.

Honestly, running 7 miles might as well have been 70 for how much it drained me. I’m still mentally reliving the moment I finished that run, drenched in sweat, feeling like an Olympic athlete (but in reality, I was one bad playlist away from quitting at mile 3).

Look, all of this to say that not every day is a “get-up-and-crush-it” kind of day. Some days, like today, are about giving yourself permission to do absolutely nothing and pretending it’s self-care. Because, in a way, it is. While sticking to a plan is important and ultimately will help me accomplish my goals, I also want this journey to be fun. Pushing myself on a day where I’m mentally and physically exhausted will only cause me to resent the thing I want to love – running. Tomorrow, I’ll get back to being a responsible runner. Never skip two days in a row. But today? It’s bed rotting and Netflix marathons. (technically still counts as a marathon!)

Happy running (or rotting in this case)!

IT. ME.