That feeling…

Do you ever get that feeling? The one where you don’t know where it’s come from or why, but it’s all consuming and you feel like you have no choice but to follow it even though you don’t understand why you should. I’ve just had that feeling, in fact I’ve still got it. I had planned to go for a run today, thought about some routes, where to go, that sort of thing. Then I started getting my things ready and I found myself sat on the edge of my bed with an all pervasive feeling telling me not to go. Don’t go it said, stay home, don’t run, at least not today. And as I sat there I realised I couldn’t fight it. It was pointless trying. To fight it would have drained me mentally, it would have prayed on my mind, I would have been unsettled driving and running. So I stayed home. Got myself something to eat and the feeling went. Maybe someone is watching over me and trying to guide me on the right path. I like to think of it this way as it gives me comfort and validates why I didn’t run. At least to me it does and today that is all that matters.