Run away, run away.
After at least 4-5 years of not visiting the gym, I finally got my butt off my computer chair today and headed out to use the treadmills. (Yes, the treadmills because I'm fuck lazy to head out to the stadium, okay? Okay.)
I had forgotten how good it is to really just run. I put together a running playlist, and just headed straight into running without thinking too much. My mind went blank, and it was just one foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other.
(maybe it's just a form of escapism, just the need to not feel much, to feel the sting of physical exertion, to run run run away.)
My stamina is stupid low now, but I guess I got to work it up again. Maybe next time I'll take the walk to the stadium after all.
I had forgotten how good it is to really just run. I put together a running playlist, and just headed straight into running without thinking too much. My mind went blank, and it was just one foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other.
(maybe it's just a form of escapism, just the need to not feel much, to feel the sting of physical exertion, to run run run away.)
My stamina is stupid low now, but I guess I got to work it up again. Maybe next time I'll take the walk to the stadium after all.