In the Home Stretch... and it Kind of Sucks

I remember when I was about 12, my family lived in Kansas. Our house had a giant, open basement which had a bad habit of getting RIDICULOUSLY messy in a matter of days. About once a month, mom would drag us downstairs and together we would organize and clean that monstrosity.

It would take forever.

There would always come a point where we literally only had to straighten-up before we were finished. But at this point it would seem like a totally insurmountable task. I would ask if we could take a break (translation: call it a day), but mom would make us push through. Cheerfully, she would say, "We're in the home stretch!"

I hated the home stretch.

There's about two weeks until my first half-marathon. Up until now, I have been a total beast about keeping up with my training. But today, I just cannot face my run. I'm totally in the home stretch. I've worked so hard and I'm totally ready for this race! The only problem is, if I want to stay ready, I have to keep working... and I've lost all of my motivation.

Any suggestions on how to beat this???

In the mean time...