Today was strange. Yesterday was very productive and disciplined. Today started out productive, but soon spiraled downward into a dark place I shudder to find myself in. The nagging feelings of hopelessness, despair and worthlessness were just not going to let go. Don't get me wrong. I'm successfully doing what I do. It's just not without its frustrations. Today, those feelings reached a fevered pitch I just couldn't push down. I considered going for a run, but talked myself out of that as well.
When I shared how I was feeling with Jennifer, she suggested I go for a run. She remembers me telling her how energized and pumped up I feel when I bust out a 5K or more.
So, upon her recommendation, I suited up and cranked out about 7K (4.35 miles). Well, whaddaya know? I came in smiling, pestering the kids and talking silly. Life seems doable again and the frustrations are, well...still there, but manageable. I'm not a worthless piece of trash and I have much to be thankful. Who knows where all those "voices" were coming from. Who knows where the renewed sense of well-being came from. I think they call them endorphins?