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I Fucking Love Running

Today I ran along the front in my Adidas shorts, green Nike hat and a Superdry T-shirt with the sleeves cut off because I bought it that week Superdry were cool. It’s weirdly hot and muggy. So much so that when I finished my Superdry *giggle* My Superdry T-shirt was… it was. Come on, Jamie, get it together. Deep breath. When I finished my run, because it was muggy, my Superdry T-shirt was super… 
I wore my Asics Gel Piranhas because I fucking love them. I bought two pairs cheap when they were on sale. My favourite shoe of all time. Really feel like slippers. I’ve done all my best runs in those shoes. You can’t run slowly in Asics Gel Piranhas, even if you wanted to. In fact I was thinking, do I wear them because I feel good or do I feel good when I’m wearing them?
My Asics Gel Hyperspeeds. I often have bad runs in those. Do I put those on because I know I don’t feel good or do I not feel good because I’m wearing them? Who knows. I mean, I didn’t feel good when I put the Piranhas on. Went for a run yesterday – in a pair of Sauconys – and felt terrible. Felt terrible today before I left but that doesn’t mean anything. Feeling good or bad before you start means nothing. You can feel terrible and run great. Feel great and run terrible. The only way to know is to go.
Whenever I start a run, for the first few hundred metres, I’m thinking. I’m either thinking, Oh Lord no, this isn’t gonna happen or, hey, this doesn’t feel too bad.

But there’s no rhyme or reason to it. The only constant is if my Gel Piranhas are on my feet I feel good. Fucking love those shoes. Just getting back into running. My leg just got better on its own.