Running through my mind

The last time I went running - which was two days ago, so yes, I have skipped it for two days at a stretch now - I was tired, having reached home at 2 am the previous night. All that I could think of was getting through the grind. My feet were lead that morning and moving them in tandem to form a jogging rhythm was task indeed - neither the lift-off nor the landing was smooth and effortless, like they usually are. At times like these when the overwhelming desire is to curl up in bed and snooze till the cows come home, it's bewildering what makes the body keep ticking, lap after lap. Thoughts about my infant son's disturbed sleep in the night or his poor appetite of late often flit through my mind, as also thoughts of my own personal hell which I wouldn't like to go public with right now. All these and more of course ran through my mind as I ran the track, also worried about not being able to get the equation for the cover story right. To be honest, I wasn't much enthused about the subject - it wasn't my beat, though that doesn't even qualify for a lame excuse!
Still I ran, and surprisingly, covered more ground in the first instalment than I am usually able to. I often wonder to myself what is it that I am seeking to achieve with my daily grind - honestly, I don't know. It's fun though, and sometimes I wish someone would start timing me, just to know how I fare against myself.
But two days I have been absent from the tracks now and am raring to go tomorrow, being a Sunday. Tomorrow, I shall run unfettered by the bondage of time.