No cold, no ice, no snow, and no wild animals will stop me.
Another week passed, and slowly my body is starting to adapt to the rhythm — made a bit more flexible to survive bad weather days and the occasional minor flu.
I also tried to find joy during my last long run.
Followed all the advice from fellow Facebook runners:
- warm hat ✅
- sunny day ✅
- smiling at people on the track (there were two) ✅
Nothing worked.
Until I met a duck.
It was sitting right in the middle of the path and had absolutely no intention of moving.
I named it Joy.
🦆


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