What a lazy Sunday. Haven’t done half the things I should have. The day’s not over yet, so I guess there’s a busy evening in front of me.
But at least I have my run completed.
The truth is, I slept quite bad. You know the nights when unpleasant dreams wake you up every hour or so, and in the morning you look at your alarm clock and just pray this day wouldn’t start yet? Yup, that was this kind of night.
But staying in bed, it will only make you feel worse by the end of the day. So you turn your lazy Sunday into those small tiny victories over your own idontfeellikedoinganything.
You brush your teeth.
You do laundry and some housekeeping.
Finally, you put on your shoes and break for a run. And somewhere deep down in your mind you dance a small victory dance for not excusing yourself.
Note to self: Don’t try to strangle your feet with shoelaces. They need to breathe, too.
Distance: 2.1 km