Nomadic Pixels by Sam

Of course I had to run today, but the context and mood for this one were set almost 5,000 km away in the British Isles. It began last night with my beloved Arsenal FC delivering another one of those games where cortisol levels go off the charts. Then came those final seven minutes: first the mask came out, and then a 16-year-old magician made the 60,000 erupt with joy and relief.
In a matter of minutes, the cortisol vanished, replaced by pure adrenaline. The match ended at 1:00 AM, and naturally, I had to dive into the reviews and comments, pushing the night even later. At that moment, it looked like the week’s long run was a lost cause.
Then came this morning: waking up to thunder, lightning, and a poor Garmin sleep score—surely the run was gone. But a quick peek at what happened in West London provided another adrenaline rush. It was enough to overcome the lack of sleep, the doubts from the overcast weather, and the urge to stay in. With Arsenal, it’s always fingers crossed, but today was a good day.
Now, onto celebrating the day with the ones who make it all worth it.

In life and long run you gotta have incentives. Today it was a Bagel at ❤️✔️😏