What was I thinking, getting up at 4:30 am to run even if it’s
drizzling and then giving up after two kilometers when it started to pour
heavily and relentlessly? Why didn’t I just
stay in bed and luxuriated in the peacefulness of that early morning hour? It’s
because I wanted to do it. I wanted to run. I wanted to feel my heart accelerate
as I pounded the pavement. I needed the comforting monotony of running the same
route over and over again. I crave for that feeling of utter exhaustion and serenity—the
spent muscles and the clear head—after a long run.
I run because I can; I run because it makes me happy.
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