Day #2 of training. The universe is highly amused.
I was apprehensive about training today because I got so tired so quick yesterday. I desperately want running to be awesome and cathartic. I’m not there yet. So far it’s more energy expending.
It’s a process. I embrace the process.
So! Apprehensive. But then we fostered a dog today. A dog, it turns out, Harley doesn’t much like. Trying to introduce them, I wrestled Harley. And the other pup. Then Chris and I walked them. In the rain. Wrestling more. I was pretty well tapped out.
Except I’m training, so tough poopoo. Train anyway.
I turned my music up super loud and ran in the freshly stormed on field, with my freshly drenched Converse and socks. My 15 minute training from yesterday increased to 20.
I thought about doubling it. It was doable. But also I was drenched and so I took the 20 minutes as a win.
It wasn’t as hard or daunting as I feared. And this sweet girl greeted me when I finished. The universe definitely wants to see how important this is to me.
It’s really fucking important.
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