Holy shit. I like running again! Like REALLY like it. I will say, there has always been something magical about fall time running. Now I know it’s not officially fall yet, but tell that to the leaves that were crunching under my feet this morning .
Yesterday was tough. Like kick you when you’re down kind of tough. And while I did end my day with one scoop of sorbet and a square of dark chocolate, I really am proud of the fact that I didn’t open up a bottle of wine and drown my sorrows. Instead, I had my small dessert, and went to bed at 9:30 PM in hopes of a new start the next day. Unfortunately my new roommate woke me up when he got home at 1:30 AM, and I couldn’t fall back asleep until 3:30 AM. Needless to say when my alarm went off at 5:30 this morning I almost threw it across the room. But I knew I wasn’t going to go back to sleep anyway, so I hauled my ass out of bed, and hit the pavementx I ran 3.5 relatively fast miles by myself, and then took the pup for another 1.5 miles. There is something magical about being out and about in the city while most are still asleep and the sun hasn’t risen yet. By the time I was running with Roo, all my anxiety and anger that I had woken up with had vanished and I was able to run and play in the park with her without another thought in my mind except being present in that moment. So yeah, I think I love running again.
After my run, I went into work and had this gorgeous creation:
Yep. There was very little almond butter left in the jar so I made oatmeal on top of it and it was the perfect post-run breakfast. I ate leftover salmon, cauliflower and broccoli for lunch and then… Dinner. Sorry for the picture overload, but this was dinner:
That’s a beet vodka mule, a falafel Greek salad, and a gorgeous sunset. All while chatting for a few hours with my old man. It was honestly just what the doctor ordered and the perfect way to cap off the day. I was going to go out and grab one more drink with my buddy, but that didn’t quite happen, so I ended up snuggling the pups on the couch and having a much needed early bedtime.
I’m learning that there are healthy, balanced ways to turn a bad week on its head, and it’s not necessarily found in the bottle of a wine bottle or pint of ice cream ;)