Yesterday while driving home after working a very long day, I could not think of anything else I’d rather do than blow off some steam at the gym. Yes I was tired, but I felt like going for a hard run would make my day complete. I started to ponder what my strongest motivators were for wanting to exercise. This then lead to a spiral of thoughts about motivation and physical activity.
For me, running has always been a meditative act.
There is something uplifting about running along trails in the crisp evening with nothing but your thoughts and music playing in the background.