One more thing
There’s one potent thought from Sunday that I want to write down for my own reference:
Last Sunday was foggy cold and there was a mild rain outside. No sun could be spotted through the white and gray clouds. The ground was turned into mud and I had the pains of an aging body and a congestion in the sinuses caused by a wine allergy (!) and furthermore I had a tinge of the Sunday blues and was inside spiralling slightly downwards towards the abyss, planted haplessly on the sofa, getting radicalised by doomscrolling through the federated feed from Lemmy (bad news about Elon musk and Donald trump and the capitalists and the Palestinians and the climate and some rich dudes etc).
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Even though I didn’t want to, I put on the sausage skin jogging outfit and went out in the shitty weather for a run. It hurt somewhat and it felt terrible, but after some twenty minutes or less I had disappeared into myself (it’s a trick I have): I entered into a type of trance like state of mind where the mind wanders and there’s music in the ears (a mix) and I enjoy the scenery and the badness is either melting and/or is breathed out while the mind wanders freely.
That’s the thing to remember, because I really didn’t want to run. Like it was the last thing I wanted to do, but I did it and one hour later I was flying like a bird.
Soaring.