It is so to get caught up in routines or relationships without noticing that our edges are getting fuzzy or that we are forgetting the things that make us sparkle. Running is high on the list of things that return me to myself. Writing is another one. I have a couple of friends who return me to myself in a matter of moments, like a chiropractic adjustment for the soul; things crack back into rightful position. The best relationships are the ones where we are strengthened enough to take off, but whose love always beckons us back home.
Onto running! When your body is used to a certain amount of mileage like mine is; running is alot more mental than it is physcial. My body has learnt to perform even when it doesnt feel like it and is always enough in shape to be able to clock double digits every single day. When the mind is tired however, it is so unbelivably difficult to get going. I knew I wasnt tired yesterday, but my legs just refused to perform. I made a deal with myself - go out for a mile and see how you feel. I went for 1.8 miles before bagging it. No regrets!
This morning I buckled down and ran on the treadmill for 24kms. Took me 1.59 minutes. Goodtimes!
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