Forgiving

Sometimes I forget how forgiving the human body, my human body in particular can be. I ran yesterday, Monday for the first time in 6 days. The last time I ran it was a the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. I was really starting to feel good about my running shape again. I was doing 5k without to much effort but still a lot of sweat and hopefully a lot of calories burned.

But then I had some disappointments in my non-running life that felt like a brick wall in every part of my life. I laid on the couch all of Wednesday just festering with negative energy.

Thursday I pretended like I was fine, but I was still pretty upset, in fact I continue to pretty upset but I have started to transform that negative energy into my running. It is hard, but I am really trying to channel all the crap stress into the treadmill.

It was essential that I turned my attitude, because I was really starting to hurt my body. Packing on the Thxgiving leftovers, slouching around the house, and just being genuinely depressed was doing a number on the scale and my fitness!

Thank goodness my body already began to forgive me.

I got back to running yesterday Monday mostly because I needed to get away from my desk. My disappointment, stress, and depression all relates back to my job. So naturally to get away from my desk I do a quick swither-roo to my non-business casual magic black running pants and zip across the street to the basement gym where when I set the treadmill to my in the zone speed of 6.4 miles per hour the world melts away. It's just me, my ipod, and my sweat.

Like all good things my workout has to end to dash through the shower, run a brush through my hair, and pretend to slip back into my business cas attire.

I walk back through the glass doors of my office building and BAM that wave of stress rolls over my fresh vigor found on the treadmill.

I also hit up the Y with Anne.

In total I ran about 5.5 miles, which is pretty great for a regular Monday. Now to keep up the fresh running attitude, the commitment to upping my mileage in hopes that will also lower the number on the scale, with the intention of shaving seconds off my time.

If I can just keep motivated.

Anyways, thank goodness for the forgiving body. I can only hope that my mind will forgive me so easily and keep up serious motivation.