Daylight savings has its occasional perks. This morning’s unseasonably warm weather gave me the rare chance to run outside before work. I’ve only logged a few treadmill runs so far this year, but stepping outdoors on a weekday already felt oddly unfamiliar. Funny how quickly we become creatures of habit.
That’s not to say I’ve been particularly motivated on the treadmill either. My routine is still in flux, and every morning feels like a battle just to get moving. Even once I’m a few miles in, I’m still negotiating with myself not to stop. It’s not pain exactly—more of a dull fatigue, a general sense of blah. Definitely more mental than physical.
Still, I’m ahead of where I was last year in total mileage, and I’m hoping to sneak in a run or two with Maya this weekend. And that 1,000-mile goal is still within reach—just 130 miles to go. One way or another, I’ll get there.
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