I think I have a bad relationship with the morning; I avoid it by drifting back to sleep. Or maybe it’s just that my bond with the night is too strong? I stay awake, neglecting the rest I need. I’ve come to realize this relationship is a toxic one. True happiness (I believe) lies in a healthy relationship with the start of the day.
Finally, I did it. This morning, finally, I went jogging. And my brother joined me, which made it better. We had the opportunity to run at local sport stadium which is not too far from house. I walked und ran for about forty minutes. It was good. I felt refreshed after I ran. I felt like my body thanked me from doing right thing.