Back on the second of November, I decided to “take a few days off” in the running arena. It was the day before the national elections and I felt like I needed a break.
So I took one. And the one or two days I was going to take a break extended into about…oh, 27 days now. I feel it in my bones. It wasn’t really a break after awhile, just breaking a good habit.
The kids have noticed, the spouse has noticed. My mood has been discernably worse. I’d like to blame it on the exterior events in the country, but I can’t.
It’s official. I need to take my daily run. Like medicine.
The spouse even sponsored a new running shoes purchase. Anything to get me back out there. I’m a little nervous. I can feel the lack of running everywhere, but mostly in my ego.
This morning I went for a long walk. I even tested a few half-hearted jogs during the walk.
I know it will be hard when I turn on the throttle and decide to run for a mile or more.
But it seems that I need it. I’m looking forward to the afterburn. It’s better than just about anything.
I could use a lift.