Most people say they hate running.
Just recently, I used to think the same.
When I was younger, sports were natural to me. Endless hours outside, trying everything, always moving. Then it faded away. Now it returns, but in a different form. Not as something obvious, but as a conscious choice.
When I get up at 6 a.m. and go for a run, everything changes: my breath, my mood, the way I enter the day. Movement is no longer an “extra.” It’s the foundation. It gives me energy and calm at the same time.
And today, I even managed to do two runs.
One of them outside, which made me even happier, because it meant breaking through a quiet fear and a little shame of being seen while running. Every step like this strengthens me not only physically, but also inside.
Why even bother doing hard things?
Because our brains are wired for it. The prefrontal cortex — the part that helps us plan, stay persistent, and reach goals — grows stronger when we challenge ourselves. But when we’re constantly criticized, shamed, or punished for trying, that part weakens. We slip into autopilot, doing only what’s easy and predictable. That brings comfort in the moment, but slowly drains meaning and joy.
The paradox is simple: the things that stretch us are the ones that satisfy us the most. That’s where flow lives — focus, engagement, and the quiet pride that comes after effort.
But doing hard things isn’t only about running.
It’s also about the daily challenges life places in front of me. I don’t ignore them anymore. Without counting, without complaining — I just do the hard things. I do them as best as I can. And at the end of the day, there are no lingering thoughts. No guilt. Just the quiet knowing that I did everything that was mine to do – and sometimes even more.
It doesn’t matter how much anyone else did.
I don’t compare. I don’t check.
I just do.
A.
[poco a poco]. 
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