On weekend mornings, I slept until half past seven, and the sun was already shining into the corner of my bed. You don't have to send your kids to school, you don't have to rush to work, you can be self-willed this morning.
Dress and wash, eat with a glass of warm water, go out, and run. I haven't run for a month, and the temperature has dropped below zero. Wearing the thickest running clothes, I started my first morning run in the sun in winter.
I used to always run in the moonlight of dawn, it was dark, and it seemed that I was the only one in the whole world, quiet and beautiful.
Today, running under the warm sun, bright and bright, the ** on the road has risen and fallen, warm and energetic.
Whether it is the moonlight or the warm sun, as long as you take a step, they will quietly accompany me, accompany me to know how to persevere, and accompany me to grow gradually.
Although there is the love of the sun, he still freezes his hands and faces. Maybe because of the freezing last run, I didn't dare to take off my jacket today.
In this way, wearing a coat, I ran for almost six kilometers, sweating slightly, and my body began to warm upI like the comfort after the morning run, I don't need to send it to external objects, I can make myself happy.
Because of this warm sun, I suddenly had the motivation to keep running in the morning in winter.
Why not schedule your morning run every weekend to be comfortable and comfortable?
When I think about it, I'm already happy. It seems that the problem that has plagued me for many days has been solved, and the morning run that I can't keep up with is about to have a new journey.
The grass by the river has grown to a height of several meters, the breeze blows, swaying, I always like this grass by the river, maybe because of their early morning companionship, I have nostalgia.
Today, however, it is found that a lot of grass has been dug up and the ground has been renovated, so maybe other plants will settle here.
I prefer that the grass is still here, and that I like the beauty of its heights, and the joy of the ducks hiding in it.
Friends always say".You're so thin, what are you running? I laughed.
In people's concepts, running is for the sake of **, and thin people don't want to join in the fun. However, there are almost no fat people among the runners I meet every day.
I don't think these runners are here for the sake of **It is more of an attitude towards life, a love for life, and a recognition of oneself.
I always say that we don't have to mind other people's eyes, don't live in other people's eyes, we have to live in our own hearts. You don't have to like others, but you have to like yourself.
Morning jogging is the first step for me to like myself, and I like to insist on the self-discipline of morning jogging.