I like to run. But then after about two minutes I start to hate it and wonder why I ever left home.  Then I totally hate it for a while.  At some point my mind drifts and I forget I’m running. That’s always the best part. Then I get passed by a mom pushing a stroller. Then I speed up and start thinking I’m really fast. Then my phone tells me I just ran a mile in 11 minutes. Then I get depressed and slog it the rest of the way home. 

I suppose I really do it just to get out of the house and listen to music. 


 Just keep going.