Today I decided something, and sorry Facebook friends who I might have lured into thinking this decision was going to change the positions of the sun and moon (not even I have those super powers ;)) .

During morning fika I and a friend discussed running. And, all of a sudden it became very clear to me. That I am making my life so much harder than it needs to be.

I think, write and continuously repeat how boring it is to jog.  I do not know why I constantly claim this. Is it so hard and such a sacrifice for me to run (jog)? Do I expect people to think more of me for doing it when I think it is so boring? Do I even expect people to think anything at all, really? Is it a bigger success for me then? Do I expect myself to celebrate myself more for doing it since I think it is such a pain?

Whatever the reasons have been. I have decided to stop and take the other direction. I will see the fun in it enjoy it while it happens and push me in making each time just a better. So, now that’s decided. But I will continue to dislike to go up early in the mornings. That, however, has nothing to do with jogging.