Clear blue skies and rising temperatures. There's no denying summer is finally here. I was out running everyday last week, and will no doubt do that again this week. Physically I feel strong, almost invincible. Twice last week, not only did I run, I also finished off my workout with an hour long Spin class. I keep pushing myself. If I didn't have to return to work, I'd probably keep running, keep spinning. It's a self punishing routine. I can't stop myself. The pain is refreshing. It is a confirmation that regardless of how dead it feels inside, I am indeed alive, at least physically.
And then yesterday I slept and slept. For the first time in,... I don't know how long, I woke up at 10am. Then I napped in the afternoon and retreated to bed by 7pm. I could spend the rest of my week this way. But I have responsibilities, and like a good worker bee, I am at work on a Monday by 7.30am.
I love the sun shiny days, but I despise the sun shiny people clogging up the roads and the sidewalks. I love running in the cool breeze under a hot summer sun, but I despise the long summer days that stretch endlessly. I find it depressing that I am in bed before the sun sets. I struggle to keep such long days when all I want to do is crawl under the duvet and hide.