I’ve been in a bit of a funk since my race on Saturday. Not only was the race bad, but my little one fell and got stitches on Sunday and there’s been more than enough drama to go around lately in my local circle. On top of it all, my husband has been traveling off and on for more than two weeks. I was feeling pretty fried until this morning.
I’m sure you can all appreciate where this is headed…I got out for an easy run this morning with my pals. I whined and complained throughout the run, just getting all my frustrations out. (Thank you ladies for listening!) Afterward I hopped in the pool for 2,000 yards. When all was said and done, I felt much, much better.
Now I’m operating with a clearer head; the stresses of the past few days aren’t getting to me like they were last night. I’ve even been able to sort out how I want my summer to go–a bit less work and more time with my kids.
Once again, running gave me the therapy I sorely needed.