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"Running Isn't My Hobby. It's My Medicine."

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    "Running Isn't My Hobby. It's My Medicine." I've been reading Nexus by Yuval Noah Harari. He says humans are storytelling animals. Money is a story. Nations are stories. Religion is a story. When enough people believe in the same story, that belief becomes fact — and eventually, reality. Reading this, a strange thought crossed my mind. What if the worries I carry every day are just stories too? Sometimes, when I'm sitting still and doing nothing, an unwelcome visitor slips into my thoughts. "What if I lose my income? How would I survive?" That one sentence pulls me under. One thought leads to another, and before I know it, I'm drowning in anxiety. On those days, I'm almost afraid to go home — afraid the weight of it will seep into my wife, afraid my kids will somehow inherit this part of me and struggle because of it. But when I stop and think clearly, none of it makes sense. There's no enemy in front of me. I'm n...

Week 3 of Morning Running — Why Can't I Just Go to Bed?

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  Morning Running Log | Week 3 Week 3 of Morning Running — Why Can't I Just Go to Bed? At night, I can't fall asleep. In the morning, I tell myself "just five more minutes" — and the moment I close my eyes, I'm out cold. If only it worked the other way around. Out of roughly 20 days, I missed 4 mornings. Changing a habit is harder than I thought. · · · I. Week 3 — Still Feels Like Day One Morning runs still don't feel natural. Getting out of bed is a battle, and once I'm out there, it feels more like a shuffle than a run — nothing like the energy I have in the evenings. And then I'm exhausted for the rest of the day. The one good thing: the quiet pride of keeping a promise to myself. But how long can I keep going like this? "Time to get my act together." That's the real reason behind all of this. After fifty-something years, I finally understood it in my bones: words don't change anything. Only action does. So ...