We forget sometimes, why we do what we do. It slips our minds how we ended up here. We forget why it's important. We become stuck in these repetitions and forget why we go do it day in and day out. Sometimes we need to take ourselves back to when it all began, and remember why it all began. I can't seem to shake this feeling of confinement lately. Like I'm boxed into split times and workout reps. I'm forgetting to love what I do. I'm forgetting why I love what I do. My brain is all twisted and tangled which is the strangest feeling. Because for all my life the decision to run has been the one thing that has come so easy.