I have 5 miles today . . .I am going to run on trails.
I have 9 miles tomorrow.
It has been 100 degrees two days in a row here and today and tomorrow will be close to the same.
I am running out of time.
You are running out of time.
People I know and have known are dying.
This week I let the pressures of my work dictate my thoughts while I was running. I hate that. Running is a form of escapism for me . . the same reason people read fiction I guess. 3 miles into a run I don't want to be having conversations in my head about work . . .I just want TO BE.
I need to weigh myself . . .
