August 17th 2020

Today was the first day for a while that I really didn’t fancy doing my run. My body didn’t fancy it and nor did my brain. I had a really busy brain today and I couldn’t really focus. Also I’ve had a headache for 3 days. Also my back hurts because I’m trying to fix my posture by sitting like a twat.

And so I got home, got into bed, and didn’t want to leave. I left my daily run until after work, and suffered because of it. I just didn’t want to go. Usually I’m keen to go. Usually I look forward to it. Today I didn’t want to go. I didn’t really want to do anything, I just wanted to sleep.

But I went. Not because I wanted to, but because I didn’t want to break the streak. That’s kind of like why I still write these blogs every day even though I stopped wanting to about a year ago. I don’t want to break the streak. For all 106 days thus far I’ve felt physically fit enough to run. Just today my brain had a meh.

But I went. And, actually, it was fun. Weirdly, after a day where my head would not empty, my head emptied. I listened to my daily podcast, and found myself more engrossed in it than usual. I put my legs on autopilot and they carried me around my route as my brain switched off.

Now I just want to sleep.

Until tomorrow, speaking of which.

Jacn