I dislike running.
But I still do it, because it makes me feel good afterwards.
During the run though? Hell no.
I constantly fantasise about when I can drag my sorry body home.
Because the mental pain of running is like an ice pick to the face.
However, I noticed a curious phenomenon recently.
When I angle my vision slightly down, this normally despicable activity becomes marginally more bearable…
To the point of getting closer to what cool kids would call the flow state.
Because all I’m focusing on is the next stretch of tarmac instead of seeing a long, dread-inducing, road ahead of me.
I feel this is a good metaphor for life, and essentially summarises almost every self-help book ever written…
To stop wasting time worrying about a future that hasn’t happened.
So in sum, just look down and take the next step.