I’ve had a new insight: wanting to go for a run, or feeling like going for a run, is irrelevant.
I just have to run.
Sometimes when I wake up in the morning, my brain immediately starts building a case for nót going for a run. And my brain is quite smart. It can come up with some pretty good arguments. But I always win the closing argument: ‘I have to go for my run, because it’s good for me.’
Even though I don’t feel like it, running wíll make me feel better. It will make my shower afterwards absolute bliss. It will make my ten 0′clock cup of coffee taste better and it will brighten up the whole day.
So whether I wánt to go for a run, is neither here nor there.
It’s like brushing your teeth.
You just have to do it.
