Another reason why running is so good for me:
It keeps me level headed. Ok, ok. It makes me better at pretending I’m level headed.
Last weekend I was battling a cold that moved into my chest. Then hub went into the hospital for his last round of chemo (FOREVER! Hopefully…) so I haven’t run since February 16th-ish.
I’m not saying I was used to running several miles a week but apparently I was.
I’m going CRAZY. I just want to sit and cry. All day long.
Stupid things set me off into crying jags, my anxiety is through the roof and I just want everyone to leave me alone.
I’m desperate to get back out there and shed this… overwhelming blah.
There is a color run the day before my birthday (don’t even get me started on THAT!)… I think I’ll sign up for it. What better way to celebrate my mid twenties *ahem* than to cover myself with color?