Running first thingthis morning, without music in the pitch black, I realized that as many things, my reasons for this morning's run has changed, and has been changing. In fact, the reasons either grow or they shift over the time since I started. Today, I ran 10 k(ish) and it was slow. My mind drifted to family issues, work stuff, my body, praying about nothing, and music was running through my head. By km 5, I made a realization. I was running for different reasons than I use to. Perhaps its that it has become less an option, more of a staple, but my run was purely for getting ready for my day today. Like washing or brushing my teeth or eating.
This has little to do with bigger goals, we all need those and they stay pretty consistent day to day, but it was more about the immediate reason to get out of bed, to put on my gear and get out the door. Today was not my greatest run, I ran it in just under an hour, which is deadly slow. I have a feeling it is my asthma from a dog I was around that triggered my chest to be irritated. Slow going. But the run was solid.
This was not a throw away run. It was what it was, and that was just fine with me.