I just went on the first run I have been on since, well, I can't remember. A long time. I have been feeling a bit unpredictable lately. Moody. Mostly with my family. Even downright enraged at times. I felt low this morning, like the world was against me, and I couldn't believe that the boys were leaving things all over the house for me to pick up, and why is it that Andy leaves his pants and sweatshirt all balled up with the blanket on the couch every damn morning? At least the dishes are all clean, because I DID THEM LASTNIGHT. This was the conversation yelling in my head this morning. Then, everyone left, and I went on a run.
Now, I am wondering what the big deal was with my past self? Why was she so pissed off at everyone? Why couldn't she see past her own squinched up face? I'll tell me why. I needed to run.
I went outside, moved my body in open space, breathed really hard, got my heart rate up, even sweat a little. Poof. Bad mood gone. So why don't I go every effing day? I clearly need to. All the excuses are; bad weather, lack of light, no time. They are all valid, but if we are talking about happiness here, then I need to figure out a way to work around all of those obstacles. For everyone's sake.
So here is my pre-New Years resolution; to run as much as I can. We will all be better for it.