Today was a classic morning, feeling warm and comfortable under the duvet watching the sun rise over the lake out of our bedroom window, not wanting to move a muscle, but also wanting the sense of satisfaction and fulfillment that i knew id have if i just could get up and run. So i did. I wondered why it is that some days a couple of miles are all i need, other days its more like 10, is the the mileage or something else? the weather, time of day, people i meet or things i see, the route i take or whether i meet my own expectations? I'm lucky to live by the lake, it would be hard not to feel energised by that view.
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