I have a passion for running…
I passionately hate running!
I hate running.
I used to like running.
I’m not going to say I loved running, but I used to like running.
I used to enjoy the feel of the road beneath me. The long hours of solitude. The bittersweet cold crisp air.
It was beautiful.
Now it’s a different story.
It’s my feet flapping on the ground, I’m alone, and I’m cold.
I don’t know when it happened, I don’t know how it happened but for some reason I can’t get into running.
Today was a simple 5 miles. 5 miles on a route that I’ve done a bazillion time. It’s easy; it flows; I enjoy every mile.
Not today. Today and the last few days have been anything but easy.
I know this will pass. I know that I’ll enjoy the lonely road again.
But in the meantime…I’m passionate!