It was my best friend's birthday last night. While watching our japanese food being prepared in front of us, we decided to get a scorpion bowl. The name itself really accurately describes it. It's a bowl full of fucking poison. More specifically it's a giant glass of fruit juice and rum. Needless to say I woke with my primary concern on survival and not a run, but today was the valley day and the best thing for me would be a run. Therefore I slowly put my shoes on and hopped in the car with my folks.
The run obviously did not go well. My legs felt like rubber and I could barely pick them up. It was most likely the scorpion bowl from the night before, but I'm worried that running 6 times a week after never running for a few years has begun to take a toll, regardless of the low mileage. Regardless of the reason, I felt like absolute shit today.
I kept stopping and going and stopping and going. Eventually I looked to my right and saw the beautiful stream that runs along the railway bed. I saw the morning sun light fight it's way through the tree branches only to succeed in the occasional beam. I decided to walk down to the river. I stood at its bay and was entirely at peace. I looked again to my right and instead of going back on the railway bed, I ran along the river.
It's not about how fast you run, or many miles. What matters is how you feel?
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