I got up this morning and didn’t feel great. Nothing was wrong, mind you, just. Meh. I’ll blame it on the glass of wine I had last night, because I ordinarily wake up pretty excited to tackle the day. Yes, I can be annoyingly cheerful, deal with it.
So… meh. I had a list of to-dos staring me in the face and I had planned on tackling a few of them in the early morning hours before the house woke up, but I found myself just puttering around the internet, playing the comparison game, playing actual games, and generally wasting time. That didn’t help the meh, as you can imagine.
I knew what I needed to do, I needed to run. Just go, I told myself. So I went, expecting it to be about as uninspiring as my mood.
Do you know where this is going? This is a running blog, after all!
Yes, the run cured everything. Everything!
I was barely ten steps into it and I knew without a doubt that this was going to be one of those fabulous, the world is rolling under my feet like a treadmill (or, what I wish a treadmill felt like because I’m apparently not so much with the good at treadmills) runs. Self-doubt dissipated into the breeze, indecision flew away. I thought about mental focus. I daydreamed about my upcoming 5K. I turned my music up louder and may have sung out loud a little bit. I smiled at other runners and ran a route that used to be a favorite, but that I haven’t done in awhile. Every mile felt a little bit better than the last (and – bonus! – got a little bit faster, too).
All was right in my world again.
How is your day going??
P.S. Need a little nudge? This article by James Clear was one of the reasons I got out the door this morning.