Since I was sad Friday, I spent the weekend thinking how I could shake off my funk. I spent loads of time with friends and also decided that if I could kick the a&$ of one aspect of my life into high gear, I would probably feel better. At least momentarily.
So, I ran. I ran about 3.5 miles on Saturday at a speed I certainly didn't think I could run for very long. Then, I ran 10 miles on Sunday at a speed that was more in my comfort zone.
So THERE, sadness! BAM! I am the master of the treadmill!
Did it fix everything for Monday morning? Ok, not really, but it still has residuals of making me feel closer to one of my goals.
*Note: Not this one... Weight: x+17.6 (Scale seems strangely unaware of my running.)
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