This morning, I didn’t want to run.
I woke up at 6 AM, staring at the ceiling, wishing I could stay in bed just a little longer. My body felt heavy, my mind was foggy, and I couldn’t summon a single ounce of motivation.
Maybe today’s session will get cancelled, I thought, half-praying to the running gods that Rohan wouldn’t call.
By 6:22 AM, still no message, no call. Maybe he’s still sleeping too, I hoped, clutching onto the possibility of staying at my home. And then it happened. My phone buzzed. Rohan’s name lit up the screen. I had no way out.
There was a tug-of-war raging in my head. Should I go? Should I skip it? But deep down, I already knew the answer. You’ve made this commitment. You can’t back out now. So I said Rohan that I am coming and headed out.
It’s strange how life works sometimes. The day you least want to show up ends up being the one you’re most grateful for.
Today was that day.
The Day I Dreaded Became the Day I Loved
For the first time in this journey, I felt moments of what runners call the “Runner’s High” Those fleeting seconds when everything clicks—the rhythm, the movement, the breath—and you feel alive in a way words can’t describe. I didn’t just run today; I ran for fun.
Each time I wanted to stop, I told myself, Just ONE MORE STEP. It became my mantra, my rhythm, my reason to keep going. And every time I took that one more step, I felt stronger, lighter, happier.
Breaking Expectations (Including My Own)
When I got home, my mom looked at me, genuinely surprised. “You went for a run today too?” she asked, eyebrows raised. I laughed and said, “Yes!”
She wasn’t just surprised—she was shocked. Every time I’ve started jogging in the past, I’ve failed. Two days, three days max, and then I’d quit. She thought this time would be no different. To be honest, so did I. But here I am, six days in, still running. And I’m just as surprised as she is.
Day 06 In A Sentence
I dreaded this day, but it turned into the most fun, rewarding run of my journey so far. I felt moments of flow, experienced the elusive Runner’s High, and proved to myself (and my mom) that I could stick with this.
Tomorrow might be tough again. Who knows? But for today, I’m grateful I showed up. And I’ll keep telling myself: Just ONE MORE STEP.
