DID NOT want to run last night. Tired and grumpy on one hand. Terrified of having a day off on the other and feeling like I'm starting all over again. And, to a certain degree basking contentedly in the effort to date.
Anyway, I ended up out on the streets in the dark, internally grumbling to myself.
Then I saw a man in a wheelchair, pushing himself along Rusden Road in the dark. And I felt happy that I can get out and experience that free sensation you get when you run. And the internal grumbling went, and I came home with a big smile on my face, 7km in the bank, and gratitude in my heart.
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