Sunday’s run: 7 miles
It’s true! Running is one of the best cures for depression. It has helped dig me out of a big hole I’d let myself fall into, and it continues to help me four days a week. That’s one of the reasons (among many) that I’m running this marathon. The “reminder that I am ALIVE with a body that will allow me to accomplish amazing things”. It really is impossible to be sad while running. If you haven’t already, give it a try. See how you feel.
My 7 miler was supposed to be on Saturday, but I woke up not feeling so good so I stayed in bed an extra hour (had a 10 hour work day ahead of me) and pushed it back to Sunday instead. Either way, I still got in my 4 runs for the week. It took me a little while to get going, to warm up, but around mile 3 I was feeling pretty good. Just a few small power walks here and there, mostly to pet Nevada (Joe walked her around the lake while I ran), or to dodge the many other doggies that were being walked that morning. I had some turkey sausage and egg whites as my post-run protein. Mmm. I continue to be intimidated by the miles growing before me, but I’m trying not to let my mind get in the way of my body. Deep down I know I can do this. I’m going to do this.
Time for a 3 miler in a light snowfall. Happy Tuesday, everybody!