This weekend, my toes and flippy flop attacked a metal garden rake. equals a hole in the ball of my left foot. I cried big loud tears..and I thought this is ridiculous. I will.... go out and do more mulching. It hurt, but not that bad, I was just angry, I thought that I would have to stop running for a while. I can't believe that I'm saying that. I hate/love running. It's painful, but you get a rush. For moments, I feel like I'm on the top of the world, good employee, wonderful wife, confident, trimmed to muscle only. And then I look down.. ah, jiggles, welcome to earth :), I was just hallucinating.
I'm just me, that's what I need to remember. I can only be me.
What to do about my exercise class? I decided to get up and go this morning. Up by 5 to get there by 6. I'm to start out with 11/2 mile run. I will...try.
I made it :)
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