Crispy morning good, bad knee bad
I woke up early this Saturday morning. The last time that happened was, well I don’t remember. I have been so tired for so long. I used to run three times a week, the last six months it’s happened a few times all together. So when I was laying there in bed, awake before everyone else in the family, I made a decision.
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This is the morning I’ll go out for a run before breakfast. All by myself. No headphones, no distractions, just running for 45 minutes.
And I did it.
My bad knee was hurting a bit after 6k but I ignored it. The doctor told me the pain isn’t much to worry about.
I’m back at the house writing this and the endorphins are kicking in. Now: coffee. Black. Strong.