Every time I planned to run, something got in the way. "Something" was usually trashy TV (I got back into Vanderpump Rules over the break) or writing (trying to) or YouTube videos (god help me). It gets dark so early, and once sunset starts at 5:30, I feel like my opportunity to run has passed.
But I have a 15k in late February and I really would like to run it with some dignity, so I need to be training. And besides that, I miss running. I just can't seem to get myself out of my own head.
I finally went for my first run of the year on January 6. It felt like a good time to start, being a Monday and all. I still nearly wimped out, but Matt's encouragement got me out the door.
|I am pathetic.|
So dark. So quiet. Total solitude.
It was a perfect run to start the year, even if it's a bit late. I don't have any lofty 2020 running goals ahead, but if I can find that same peace and joy in a handful of runs this year, I'll call it a success.