Forgive me, Internet, for I have slacked. It has been four weeks since I last hit a goal. Obviously, there have been a myriad of reasons for the lower-mileage weeks. And I'm pretty mellow about it. This week I ran 10.5, and I'm only 18 miles behind where I should be for my yearly goal. Not too bad.
I squeezed in the 3.5 mile run today because of this conversation:
Me: I have a terrible headache. And probably an ear infection because I'm dizzy. I've been bleeding on and off for weeks, but the doctor said I'm fine. The kiddo has been screaming and hitting all day. Yesterday I ate only Doritos. Sigh. Should I go for a run?
Him: Obviously.
{{45 minutes later}}
Me: Ugh! YES!! I feel SO much better!! I forgot how much better I feel after a decent run. Wow. Thank you! I needed that.
Him: And that's why I'm not a "runner." I NEVER feel like that. I just feel an absence of guilt.
Me: Are you sure you're not Catholic?
1 comment:
I, too, feel wonderful after a much-needed run. I'm not sure I'd like running as much if I all I got out of it was an "absence of guilt" haha!! Glad you're feeling better after!
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