I got about two miles into my run and it was what I call a "hate run" where my mind is more focused on losing weight/burning fat than enjoying the run. It sucked and I stopped and wanted to turn back. Didn't though. I reframed my thoughts and let the endorphins kick in. Went another 6.2 miles. Feel really good now.
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"I don't know what I'm looking for."
"Why not?"
"Because...because...I think it might be because if I knew I wouldn't be able to look for them."
"What, are you crazy?"
"It's a possibility I haven't ruled out yet,"
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