It's my birthday today. I'm one of those people that don't really care about their birthday. It's not that I'm like a depressed individual that thinks it's one step closer to death or a cynical individual that thinks there is nothing to celebrate, it's just that no one else (except for my friends) really celebrates a birthday, so why should I care that much. I guess that's a selfish reason but it's a reason no less.
It was raining today. I used to love running in the rain. Coming back after an 8 mile run soaked to the bone would always make me feel like a million bucks. However, now I look out the window at the rain soaked streets and shudder to think of a one mile run. It was for that reason that I decided to lace up the sneaks and go for a run for the second day in a row, which I haven't done for quite some time.
Upon putting on my running shorts and shoes, I began to feel weak from the day before, with good reason, even though it was only a mile it was the first run in a while, but I went out there anyway. The run felt okay, which means I may just graduate to 2 miles tomorrow. Things begin to look up, and there are going to be more setbacks on my way back to being in shape. I mean, there were plenty of set backs when I was actually in shape so I expect many on my road to there.
It's going to be okay.
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