5/23/2019 ☼ posts
On a good run, I smile. Even if it’s raining, windy, humid, or hot, I try to smile and take a perverse pleasure in the pain I’m putting my body through.
On a bad run, I don’t smile, nor do I care. I don’t want to be there at all, and I’m disgusted at the pain I’m putting my body through.
Some say that the latter is how they feel when they run, mistaking their misery for their pain. But the pain is there even on a good run. The difference is your attitude.