When running becomes a need
This is hard. This is very, very hard.
Wake up, run, eat, work, come home, eat, workout, sleep, wake up, run, eat, work, come home, eat, workout…
But I’m loving every damn second of it.
My recruiter said the words “as early as April or May.” I had this rush of happiness, and then this crushing disappointment when I remembered that I still can’t hit 3 miles in enough time.
So, it’s 2328. I get up at 0300. I got home late. But I still need to run.
I need to.
I’m in love with this.