Runner's Dilemma #5 — Please. Just Rain.
Morning Running Log | Monday Series
It was early in my working life. My father was still commuting every day, and I asked him something that had been on my mind.
Surely it gets easier. It has to.
That's what I told myself.
Then, without quite noticing, I became the same age my father was then.
He was right. Monday is still hard.
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Some Mondays are heavier than others, even when the calendar looks identical.
On the bad ones, I've hit snooze three or four times before dragging myself up. My body feels dense. The commute stretches. I get to the office, pour a coffee, and it doesn't help.
Then there are the other Mondays.
I still wake up reluctantly — but instead of heading to the office, I head to Anyang-cheon.
The first few minutes are rough. Feet aching, breath catching. Then something shifts. The body finds its rhythm.
And only then — the stream comes into view. The morning sky opens up. My mind follows.
The questions don't last long. The body gets harder to push. Thinking starts to feel like too much effort.
And by the time I finish —
The worries are still there.
But somehow, they've gotten smaller.
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Something I've come to believe more and more:
When you understand something, doing it becomes easier than you expected.
For most of my life, that understanding was always directed outward. How work systems operate. What drives social trends. How the world turns.
Running changed the direction. For the first time, I started turning that curiosity inward.
Why does my body respond this way? Why does the same situation feel manageable one day, and completely overwhelming the next?
And then one morning, a specific question surfaced:
Why is Monday harder than every other day?
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The research was more interesting than I expected.
There are real, physiological reasons the body and mind struggle on Mondays. It's not weakness. It's not laziness.
Knowing that made the weight of Monday feel less like a personal failing and more like something I could actually prepare for.
So I kept reading. The research pointed toward a few consistent interventions:
I laughed when I read that last one.
My morning run was already doing all of this.
I just hadn't known why.
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Looking back clearly: running doesn't make Monday go away.
The first choice of the day was mine.
That small fact — I think it's what takes the edge off the feeling of being pulled along by Monday rather than moving through it.
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My father's words came back to me.
He was right. Monday doesn't disappear. Not with more experience, not with age, probably not even with retirement.
So I get up at 5:30 in the morning.
Would I rather stay in bed? Of course.
But I lace up anyway.
Today's first step belongs to me.
Monday is still hard.
But I'm not being dragged through it the way I used to be.
And maybe that's the whole point.
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