I didn't sleep well last night. I haven't drunk coffee in months but was sorely tempted to lie in bed and start my day with a strong cup of coffee and run after work.
But I didn't. I went running instead. And now I'm so energised.
As usual, the first minute or two of each run are the worst. I like the 8 minute runs. Something happens around the 5 minute mark and it becomes enjoyable. I was genuinely surprised at finishing the second run because I thought I had another few minutes to go!
While running, a girl ran past me at a much faster pace and I know I am still jogging slowly, but I'm jogging at my pace and I'm loving it. So who cares? Speed will come. I'm happy about finally feeling this way because speed was the reason I begun this journey! I'm learning it's about me and my pace and the rest of the world doesn't matter.
Happy running π