No two ways about it. I have been an ill pill this week, so has my husband. When you are both in a bad mood, you just acknowledge it, work around it, and be cool and try not push any buttons. As the week moves closer to Friday, the stress is less. I am getting off of work early on Friday to go see The Avengers. I hope to ride my motorcycle this weekend. I also hope our dogs do not get out of the yard today. Dog issues could be a full on novel of a post, but I am the one who adopted 3 dogs, so who am I to complain?
There have been no excuses this week. I would have rather curled up on the couch and cried, whined and punched a pillow than get out there and run. But what could I tell myself? Stay home because you feel like poo (nice way of putting it)? Was that going to be my reason? I am not running because I don’t feel like it? I RAN. Oh yes, I ran and I hated every freaking minute of it. I knew today would be my rest day so I had to push it out everyday after work. There was a reward in the end, by day 3, my route was smoother, I was able to run most of the way without a walk break. I had 30 seconds of pure joy when I could actually see myself running more distance in the near future. Valuable lessons were learned this week. No regrets.