Stifling as running with mask always is, the joy of being on the track again is hard to beat. I couldn't believe my ears when my Runkeeper app audio chronicled and tracked my pace - almost back to my previous one.
Instead of catching my breath as I sped, I sucked in my mask with each breath, huffing. It wasn't long before I came up with an excuse of not wearing mask: I could run much faster without mask to maintain social distancing than being dragged by a mask that sucks. Runners hate the mask and, I have to admit, I do, too.
I mentally didn't want to wear the mask. Yet something about my recovery helped get me up and running with a smile on my face behind the mask. I had decided to increase my pace and press on. The gift of being able to run again is simply too precious to risk losing. I know I shouldn't whine.
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