"Running long and hard is an ideal antidepressant, since it's hard to run and feel sorry for yourself at the same time. Also, there are those hours of clearheadedness that follow a long run."
I was having a pity party week. I have been very whiny about the fact that the pounds are not melting off of me like butter. I have come to the end of the week and realized that even I am tired of hearing myself whine. So, I decided to do something different today. I got out my dusty old running shoes.
"Mama says they was magic shoes. They could take me anywhere."--Forrest Gump
Unlike Forrest, I don't have magic shoes. I just have Reeboks. They are ugly, but oh so comfortable. I needed to dust them off today and just get out and let my mind wander. I have been feeling kind of down about my slow progress (well actually NO progress), and so I decided to just get out and take a different path today.
I exercise every single day. I really do love it. I love the feel of my blood rushing to my face. I love the breeze that fortunately blows daily in from the ocean. I love the feel of the sunshine on my skin. I love the sound of my shoes hitting the pavement.
"I just felt like running. Then after that, I couldn't stop!"- Forrest
I had NO intention today of running, but something was just pulling me to go faster. I started jogging, then running, then sprinting. For a solid hour, I essential did HIIT. I walked when I had to, ran as much as I could. It felt so good to let the sweat wash away the stress of my day. The pure endorphin high was so much better than carbohydrate I could ever eat.
It had been far too long since I RAN. Jogged yes. Trotted yes. Ran, um, NO. I thought I was too fat to do it. I thought my muffin top would black my eye, but alas, I RAN. AND I WAS GREAT.
Pity party is over.
I can choose to sit around and feel like this:
Or I can run and get sweaty like this: