Runatude

I managed a run, yey! Again, very big description of what I was actually doing on the promenade -run. It was more of a struggle with many walk stretches and mutterings of why I let my fitness slide. After the rhythm started to settle my racing brain, I had a gentle feeling of 'don't be so hard on yourself, you've been through a lot'. It seems unfair for me to be living my dream and thinking crazy things like all the tough things I have been through. But the gentle part reminded me of last year's health issues.

-A cancer lump on my leg

-A massive renal cyst that is almost a year gone.

I realised that I was being too hard on myself and immediately started feeling gratitude and noticed the sea, monkeys, dogs, runners and cyclists. I even managed to overlook the litter from yesterday's celebrations.

I had some great voice notes from a school friend and I realised the benefits of lockdown meant that many friendships have survived long distance relationships. Having my World Tour in this century is far better than my original one that depended on airmail and tiekie boxes. The next thing I realised I only had one kay left to go and the run had done it's job of cleaning my mind.