When I lived in Spain, there were four distinct seasons – which meant for a fair portion of the year I was running in the dark and cold. It meant getting home from my job, immediately changing, and literally running out the front door in an effort to outrun my ‘demotivation’. And most of the time, it worked. I pushed through the depths of the dreary Madrid February – with a seemingly endless supply of icy winds and below freezing days.
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One of the best things about running is that no matter how many times you stop, you can always start again. Though I used to run heavily, it’s been a while since I’ve been in a ‘program’ of any sorts..
Welcome to the neighborhood
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