About running alone
I never ran alone until last week.
Before that, whenever I ran, it was always in a group, even though I didn’t know anyone. All I wanted was to run “alone” knowing that there’d be someone to motivate me if I ever felt like stopping.
I thought about running many times when Ellie was born, but I would always come up with excuses. Like “it’s too cold” or “it’s too hot”. There was never a perfect day to run. There was always something wrong.
While running alone for the first time, I realized that, actually, I was scared. Scared of people laughing at me or looking at me like I was a weirdo. And of course, none of that happened.
It was all in my head.