Rest day

Don’t know if I like rest days.

Part of me says “Run … just a bit”.

Most of me restlessly rests. I get up at the same time as running days anyway. Sleep just isn’t a comfort thing. Or more accurately, my comforts don’t need to sleep – but that’s another story.

The real me is looking forward to the long run early tomorrow morning. Two maybe three and a bit hours of free running and roaming.

My running conscience nags. “Enough of this morning running. Run late afternoons,” it says and goes on and on. “You’ve got this early morning rising routine and running at 5:30 am ingrained. But it’s not enough. You might end up running at 5 pm too.” It is a bit encouraging. “Don’t worry, you won’t have to still be running at 5:29 pm. You’ve done enough.” 

But I do like rest days. One thing is I don’t have to do anything about running, no lace up shoes, no extra washing. I can relax with the first coffee and orange of the day. I know it’s doing me good not to run again.


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