I've been running a lot the last few days. A lot more than usual anyway.
Here are my thoughts from Sunday afternoon.
Why am I out here? Sure it's a nice day. Beautiful light. But I could be enjoying the day without running...
Don't I deserve to relax on the weekend? Isn't that the point? I work all week, then earn a rest.
Then it clicked.
I don't deserve a rest for working all week at a desk in an office.
I deserve a run.
Or a cycle. Or anything to clear my mind and recharge.
Things make more sense when you think of it this way.
I never feel more refreshed and positive than after pushing myself a few miles and getting out of breath.
(Thanks to Ade and his post from last week for getting me out and pointing me to this realisation)