So one dark and stormy night, I left the house for my run without a watch. Before I got to the end of the driveway, I turned back to get the watch no fewer than three times, but on each effort, I said no, I must be strong. I finally left the driveway, and as I ran, I must have looked at my naked wrist at least a hundred times. Then, as I approached the first mile of my run, I went to press a button that wasn't there. It reminded me of times when the power had gone out in the house, but I still flipped the switch every time I entered a dark room.
Old habits die hard.
Eventually, I came to terms with the fact that I would only have distance to document in my runner's log this time, and actually started enjoying the freedom of running only against the wind, and not against the time. I felt as one with nature. There is a time and a place for everything. And sometimes, there is no place for time. Good running to all.