Wow, first of all, thank you guys so much for all the positive feedback on my last blog post! It feels great to be back to blogging.
Today I want to talk about my love/hate relationship with running. I cannot even begin to explain the mental battle that fires off first thing in the morning:
Rinngg Riingg. Alarm goes off.
— (looks out window) Ugh it looks so dreary and cold outside, I think I’m better off getting 30 minutes of sleep.
— No you idiot, you’re already up so get out and go on your run.
— (wastes some time lying in bed) Ok fine.
— Oh shit, I’ve been debating this for the past 20 minutes, if I leave now I will be late for work.
— Stop making excuses, maybe its a 3 mile run today instead of 5. Now go go GO!”
Unfortunately, it’s a regular occurrence.
But one thing that keeps me coming back to running is the sense of adventure I feel when I run outdoors. There is no better way to explore the city than by foot and it’s amazing what kind of cool things I discover during my runs.
One morning, without paying much heed to my route, I ran past Fort Mason, Ghirardelli square, and Lombard street. I felt like such a tourist – yet such an efficient one! I also came across a cute little garden.
The best kind of runs are the ones in which I get lost. First I cover more distance than anticipated (win) and I discover something new (double-win). During one long-run, I traveled the long windy roads and somehow ended up in the Presidio. Not a person in sight, it was just me and Mother Nature.
It’s almost impossible for me to go on a run without taking pictures.