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this is gonna be another one of those articles where i just let out my thoughts. this time, my thoughts regard running.
i ran for the first time ever yesterday night.
it was good. as i was reflecting, i began to understand why people run. it pushes your body, pushes your mind too. it helps you focus and slow down.
it was hard. i enjoyed going slow; it wasn’t a sprint, but just a jog. and that part of it was good. physically, it was taxing. it challenged my body in ways it hasn't been challenged before.
i play football, i lift weights, i bike, but i don’t really run.
i don’t like running, and i’ve never considered myself a runner. i’ve always wanted to run, but every time i try my body just shuts down completely. last night was the first time my body has allowed me to actually run, without just breaking down.
overall? i enjoyed the run. i ran 5k. and it was good. at sunset, by the river. i want to experience that almost peace again, often in my life.
why did i run?
two reasons;
- to say that i can fucking do it
- because i signed up for a 10k in hyde park, sunday the 13th august.
im in london next week (very very excited) and on my last day, there’s a 10k run happening in hyde…
