All day I've been thinking.. ugh I don't want to work out. Blaghhh.
So I went to my soils lab and it finished early so I went to the gym to sign up a treadmill.
IT SMELLED SO BAD IN THERE. So I said eff this. I don't want to work out in this crazy busy, smelly gym. I'll go for a run when I get home.
I got home and sat in bed going, ugh. I don't want to run.
But I had to. I just had to.
So I step out the door, start running, and feel the familiar spring to my step.
The fresh air in my lungs, and my adrenaline rushing.
1k, 2k, 3k, 4k, 4.5k and back at my apartment.
Nah, I couldn't just stop there.
5k, 6k, 7k!

Yes. 7k is no longer out of the ordinary for me. :)