43 minutes

I ran 5k yesterday, ok ran-walked, nonetheless, it was 43 minutes, under my target time of 45. Although at 4k, my brain was surrendering to the pain, I pushed it still because I needed to know how far my knees can take without buckling. I was exhausted thereafter, but it was all good. I can manage a 5k run apparently, I just need to train more consistently.

The thing about running is that one has to be very focused on the finishline. It's that passionate push towards making the end that carries over the toughest plateaus. My brain tends to zone in on things that I find difficult to focus on, when I run that monotony of putting one foot ahead of the other creates a rhythm that encourages my brain to rid itself of distractions. So what did I think about yesterday? I forgot.

I have four files to manage today, I pray that I find enough strength to push through it, I had bad dreams last night, kept me awake half of the night in spite of the physical exhaustion. And now, I'm sleepy.