Foggy Fall Monday

COVID-19, “The Rona Era”

I thought it was the last Monday of the month but, I was wrong. It’s the second to the last Monday of the month. This month isn’t over yet. Today feels like fall. It’s dark, rainy, and leaves are everywhere. The struggle is real today. I don’t want to get out of bed. I don’t feel like running. I don’t want to teach class. I’m just in a mood today. I know I need to run. I know I need to move.

If it’s cold out, I just need to layer up and keep on going. Leaving the Iowan this morning, I decided to run in my neighborhood. If anything, I would at least run/walk a mile.

When I got home, it was warmer than I thought, 54 degrees. It wasn’t too bad. I told myself to just do a mile. Run a mile around the East Boston Harborwalk, I could do that at least.

It was a creepy but beautiful foggy morning around the the water. The city skyline looked so eerie. I kept on running. I kept on running around harbor as I was in awe of the city views. It was quiet this morning. I had on my headlight and my birdie alarm.

The more I ran, I felt good and strong. The one mile that I was going to run, turned out to be 4 miles.

Staying strong and steady. Finding some joy in the morning.