Waking up on a morning when it is cold is hard. Waking up and going for a run on a cold morning is harder. That is, however, what I did this morning. Andy woke me up with a cup of coffee and left the house with a 'Enjoy your run!' coming up the stairs before he closed the door. When I considered not going for a run then, a twinge of guilt kicked me out of bed and dragged me outside.
The run was quiet - apart from my breathing and footsteps on the road. Even though it was after 7 already, there were not a single car around to disturb me. I ran past a woman and her dog. She smiled at me. I ran past someone that was out for a walk. He nodded at me. There were no birds, no animals, nothing else that made a sound.
When I finished, I was out of breath and completely happy. It was a good run. It might have been hard to get out, but in the end, it felt like it was worth it.
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