When I went for my run yesterday, I got about half way and then stopped. I did some stretches, to make it feel purposeful, but really I just wanted to stop and look. There was a cool breeze and the spring sun was out. I stood there for ten minutes or so. I watched the people coming and going through Roehampton gate, the dog walkers, the cyclists, the families.
This stopping mid run is a habit that I get into now and then and it drives me nuts, because it is then difficult to get running again. Yet I sometimes think that this stopping and looking does me as much good, mental-health wise, as the running itself.
Note: photo from Craig Whitehead (cropped) on Unsplash