Yesterday marked the anniversary of me running. A year ago ran my first minute ever and yesterday I ran 10k on a Saturday morning after sleeping only 4,5 hours. Dedication? Madness? Addiction?
Even though I now know that I can run I keep thinking every time is the last. With a break more than 2 days means I’ll never run again. Last Sunday I ran 20k and i took a rest day on Monday. And Tuesday. I ran Wednesday morning. But not Thursday since my plans were changed drastically and I had to change from Running ware to garden ware. I ended up running at 21 pm. Friday same thing only I had no chance running in the evening. So, Saturday I HAD to run. No way around it and, of course, it was my anniversary!!
Here’s for the next year!