We Should Always Remember to Smile
Because this small act of kindness can go a long way
It was one of those days. As soon as I woke up, I knew it was going to be a bad day. Although the sun was shining and the golden haze of Autumn filtered through the window, my mood was persistently cloudy.
Waking up on the wrong side of the bed is never good — but it can be remedied.
Begrudgingly, I forced myself to make a wholesome breakfast — porridge with blueberries and banana — did some editing while I let it digest, and then pushed myself to go on a run.
My relationship with running has always been up and down. I have gone through phases of loving the process, being obsessed with stats, and improving my pace every time — to now having a more relaxed approach. I don’t put pressure on myself to always be achieving more — but use it as an opportunity to move.
Despite this, it was a bad run — one of the worst. My leggings kept falling down, my calves were screaming at me, and I felt so angry.
Usually, running quietens my mind, but not today. After 2 kilometres or so, I gave up and decided to walk. At least I was outside, enjoying the sun and getting a bit of exercise.
