Running on an Empty Stomach

This morning i went for a ten kilometer run on an empty stomach. A few years ago, that would have mortified me, but i didn't give a folk. My sense of meaning to keep living has to come from the hering now, the present,. So that's what i'm doing when i'm out running. And reflecting on the privilege of my able body and truly appreciating how wonderful and how happy i am to be outrunning. That's me finding existential meaning to give me purpose in my existence, so that i can be happy.