When running was a part of a daily routine, I made improvements so much more quickly and with much less halfheartedness. Now every workout is a concentrated effort, and most of all, it’s not fun, but it used to be. I’ve realized that one of the important keys to a pleasant mood for me is that I have activities that I really love doing and that I have a great time pursuing. For right now, it’s singing with the choir. Hopefully, I can learn to cantor, that’s my short-term dream. I wish for the feeling when I was happy running with my best friends on the team, though. I don’t know how I will be happy running again. A lot of the pull came from the company I was always with, and running by myself, while not a complete disappointment, still doesn’t entirely cut it.