Hard promises

One of the most difficult things in life, as I have learnt to my discomfort, is keeping promises (why do I even bother making them!). Having gone public in my last post of running without fetters of time, I realised the next morning just how much my body was crying for sleep. And yet, there was no turning back - it was a promise made to myself to run, and so run I had to, albeit in two sets of 3.5 km and 2 km. I remember in winters, when I used to finish my run and collapse on the park bench, I could actually see vapours rising from my body - the extent to which I had heated up. It was a funny feeling - sweat dripping, vapours from the body and that in a way made you feel good about yourself. It was the same for the past three days, though with the temperatures rising in my part of the world with the summers knocking, it takes less and less effort to be drenched in your sweat.
In fact, the change of weather meant that I was down with a throat infection, the coughing so severely that I felt drained of all energy every morning I woke up. And so, each time I started to jog, it was with much effort. The past three days my jogging rhythm has gone for a toss and something seems amiss each time I hit the tracks. Legs are wooden, feet are lead and despite best efforts, have been dragging myself rather bouncing, which I normally do. Maybe it's the poor health for the past few days which is taking it toll. But yes, without letting go of modesty, made the extra effort to go as far as possible and succeeded to a large extent. I think that was a proud moment for me.
So what next? I have this burning desire to time myself now and am planning to buy a stop-watch to know just exactly how much time I take to cover one lap and the total distance. So far I have relied on an analogue watch which gives a rough idea. What am I hoping to achieve? I really don't know at this juncture. They say, if you do something for the love of it, something good will come out of it. I don't just love running, like I said earlier, I am addicted to it and every morning I am in my own private world where everything else is paraphernalia. Cheerio!