February 16th 2021
Today my run was a chore. Breathing is hard because I’m a bit congested. It’s windy as fuck. It’s cold enough that I feel like I need to layer up, but not cold enough that the layers don’t come off after a mile. That was a poor sentence construction. I cba.
There’s bound to be bad days. I’ve been doing this for almost a year now. It’s not always going to be easy. There’s going to be days where it seems not worth it.
I’m just holding on to the thought of summer, and normality.
Until tomorrow, I Cba.