Running is indeed my therapy
Monday marked a new week of training. Monday morning started at 4:30 AM to make it to N Street Village in time for the morning "run".
As the day progressed, my mood turned grouchy and exhaustion crept in leaving me with a lack of interest in my evening run. By the time I got home at 5:40, I had decided this extra time was a gift, and that I would take my grump-butt to the high school track and do my 3 miles there.
I ran in solitude, utter and complete silence, focusing on my breathing for the entire 12 laps. I was pleasantly surprised to find out that it was not monotonous at all and helped me de-stress from my bad day.
Some days are almost impossible to convince yourself to lace up, but once you're out there, you won't regret it.
As the day progressed, my mood turned grouchy and exhaustion crept in leaving me with a lack of interest in my evening run. By the time I got home at 5:40, I had decided this extra time was a gift, and that I would take my grump-butt to the high school track and do my 3 miles there.
I ran in solitude, utter and complete silence, focusing on my breathing for the entire 12 laps. I was pleasantly surprised to find out that it was not monotonous at all and helped me de-stress from my bad day.
Some days are almost impossible to convince yourself to lace up, but once you're out there, you won't regret it.
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