This weekend didn’t turn out the way I expected, nor the start of the second half of the month of July. In fact I think it probably went in the completely different direction.
To change my mind about it, I have gotten back into my running which I dropped after the race at the beginning of June and because I started traveling like a maniac straight after. I was supposedly going for a 5K yesterday and made up my mind about running from my apartment all the way to the Amsterdam Forrest, that would probably add up to the 5k.
As I was half way I started getting incredibly thirsty, It was like 27 degrees and I stupidly left home with nothing but my phone, not even a 2 euro coin to buy some water in the way. I was too “far” from home to come back and I wasn’t nearly close to my 5K aim so I decided to keep running.
As I was getting closer, I remembered that there are water fountains all over the forrest for the runners that cross those paths every day, so I decided to run until I found one of them and then probably walk back home. As I saw the water fountain in the distance I felt like I was seeing a mirage, seriously! I cant believe I had left home without money to buy water and I was starting to feel dizzy. I cant remember the last time I felt so happy about drinking -apart from when you wake up in the middle of the night to have an ice cold glass of water, which I am sure has happened to all of us-.
I had already reached the 5K by the time I got to finally drink but I decided I wasn’t ready to stop, so I kept going and ran back home. I certainly didn’t expect to add up to 8K but I was happy I did. The more I run, the more I realize its a mind game, If you let yourself keep going, you will, If you convince yourself you are tired, your body will stop, so don’t, keep going!