My grandpa

is kinda epic.  He never judges William and I’s strange sense of humor- actually, most of the time, he adds to it.  My grandpa and Cindy, basically, are kinda awesome.  For several reasons.  They’ll be here for the next week or so, which is cool- we haven’t seen them in a while.  We also get to drink a lot of wine while they’re here- which is neat for it’s own reasons, and not the ones you would jump to immediately.  

Remember, we are classy. 

WOOT.

So, this morning, I was feeling really angsty.  I went for my usual jog but I kept looking at things and thinking, “I hate that flower. I hate that tree.  I hate that bug.  I hate that cloud.  Wow, I’m not in a great mood.  I don’t even want to jog- SCREW this, I’ll just walk the entire 2 miles.”   Of course, I couldn’t do that, so I began my jog, all ready for my usual 2x2 (2 minutes jogging, 2 minutes walking).  I started to think, though.  Then, I started to write. 

I know, that sounds really weird, but I’ve been writing a little so I just started to continue writing in my mind. 

Then I looked up and realized that I had jogged half of my route and hadn’t stopped for over ten minutes.  

HOLY CRAP.  

I HAD NO IDEA I COULD DO THAT. OR GO THAT FAR.  OR ANYTHING. 

While physical endurance and strength may play a role in exercise, there is a HUGE mental block that also comes into play.  Normally, when I jog, I’m constantly looking at my phone (stopwatch) to see when my two minutes are up and I’m focusing on my feet and my breathing, if I’m going to pass anyone, if I’m breathing too loud, etc, etc.  I’m horribly aware of how tired I’m getting or all the aches I feel but today I just thought; I “wrote”.  I wasn’t even there while I ran and it’s almost like that mental block that keeps us from pushing harder and faster fell down.  

I stopped and felt great- my legs were a little tired, but I felt fine.   I wasn’t even out of breath. 

It. Was. Amazing. 

If I could run like that forever, I would.