Tonight I was reminded why I stopped jogging outside.
Mosquitos.
Humidity.
Nike+ is a piece of crap.
(Oh, yeah! And sheer laziness and procrastination!)
But it was worth it. - Despite the mugginess, insect bites, and the ruination of my progression data. - It was worth it. It feels so great to jog: the preparation, the act, the aftermath (in optimistic theory). I missed it. I need to get my shit together [again]. I was on a roll and then I hit a wall - some massive garbage heap of doubt, hopelessness, and lethargy. And, let me tell you, running face first into that makes you never want to go back.
But we pick ourselves up. And we try, try again.
So, I did; and it felt great! Now, my trial is doing the same thing tomorrow (after I call up Nike and give them a whatfor).
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