No, I’m not starting the middle school rhyme.
I always hate the first time back to running. Once I get started and into my groove, I’m good. I can run and push myself and its awesome. But it’s that first time back to running, it sucks.
Today was that first time back. After work, when it was like a bazillion degrees, I just did it. Put all the excuses aside. And I just ran. I hate the feeling of knowing I can do better, but not being able to. It was tough, but I’m glad that first, shitty, terrible, no good, very bad run is out of my system.
Now I just need to keep it up so that there is no longer a “first run.”