It is one of those days that I plan to do something and things just don’t go my way.
After a good rest (a bit too long, my mind says!) from the previous Marathon (I’m not sure how many more Marathons I would take up, so that’s the reason for the emphasis here) I had taken part in, I started training for the next big Marathon that is to take place in the city. With the help of three successive alarms at 5.15 am, 5.30 am and 5.45am, I was up and running in my brand new Adidas shoes. As expected, I was exhausted from the run since I was running after almost a month. I got back home earlier than I intended to, fixed up a cup of coffee and relaxed in the couch and continued with the book I was reading.
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Normally I go for swimming during the weekends but on this particular day I was exhausted and decided against swimming. The moment I decided not to head to the pool, I started feeling guilty. I was slightly worried, if this excuse would go on and on for some time, to the point where I would end up staying away from the pool forever. More than the pool, I was guilty because of the decision I had taken. I was wondering if it was alright to not follow the plan that I had charted for the day.