This morning I woke feeling curmudgeonly. Not sick, but not myself. Usually that's an easy fix with a bit of fresh air, but today's sky was dark and the rain fell relentlessly.
I knew Paul would question my sanity (and he did), but I decided to follow my own advice and get some good old fashioned fresh air. Yes it rained. Yes the forest trails were a combo of melting snow, water, muck, and ice. And yes, going for a run worked.
Ive always been like that. When I feel like crap I head outdoors. I remember my marathon training days where I had a 1km rule. No matter how sick I was, I'd run 1km. If I really felt awful I would turn around and go home. Otherwise I'd keep going. I'd say 99 out of 100 times I'd keep running because I always felt somewhat better. Maybe not perfect, but better for moving my body and breathing fresh air.
Today was the same. I'm not perfect, but I'm feeling better for having spent time sweating in the good ole outdoors.
Feeling grateful,
Louise
Relaxing by the fire for the rest of the day
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