Like, I was rolling off behind it down the road so fast and hard I didn’t even realize what happened. If it wasn’t for the cloud of dust I saw blowing off toward the sunset I might not have ever seen it go.
I slept funny on my neck. That’s how it started. Then before I knew it, a low pressure system socked in with days of battleship gray skies set in and my mood plummeted.
And I didn’t even want to run.
Which is rare indeed.
Yesterday I told my husband I was going for a run this morning. We normally check in every evening and discuss plans, and I sincerely planned to run this morning.
But when this morning came I really didn’t want to. Like total dread.
It was a good thing I had built in some accountability, because otherwise I might have just sat around.
But I went because Mike expected me to.
I’d even told him I was going for a long run, so I was really stuck.
It was sprinkling, and I hate running in the rain. And I do mean hate. But I went.
And it went better than expected.
I caught a few Pokémon and hatched a few more. All told I trudged about 9 miles.
And my mood? Well, I don’t feel like crying for the first time in days, that’s gotta count for something, right?
I know it’s not the case for everyone, and I know that not everyone can do it, but a good run is the best drug I can imagine. It literally fixes my brain.
And once again I am thankful.