Yesterday was day 6 of no running and I had this moment, at the dinner table, where I cringed because I felt so gross. My mood continued to spiral downward: I can't see out of one eye. I'm in yoga freaking pants. I haven't run. When did I last wash my hair? I'm eating like garbage.
So this morning, before I even got the kids off to school, I donned my Lululemon Runner Crops. Because, seriously, you can't help but be in the mood to move when those baby's are hugging your butt. Once the kids were out the door, I threw on my Brooks and headed out to take a walk with Isla. The just the movement lifted my spirits! Feeling like I could actually be...active...today, we headed to the gym.
Now...I'll admit that I probably shouldn't have run. The two miles on the treadmill were pure hell because my eye was throbbing the entire time. It still feels like crap. But, my legs...my lungs...my mind...my soul...felt 100 times better.