Small things

I felt a tiny bit good on a small portion of my run this evening. This is a glorious development because I've been thinking lately that I really don't like running anymore. It's all sweat and labored breathing and slow agony. So the smallest of victories today was meaningful. Yesterday I did the same 3.5 and it sucked. Saturday I didn't spend more than 3 consecutive minutes away from my couch. That's life I suppose. Now for the Bachelor and all praise for small pleasures. Also, I listened to a podcast while running today and yesterday. I think that's going to be my new thing instead of music for awhile. It's a nice distraction. Like an episode of dateline in my ears.