Running Cures Everything

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.