Today has been an “Eeyore Day”. You know the kind. The “Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, I’m gonna eat some worms” kind of day. From the get go I was tired, crabby and couldn’t seem to get anything right. I headed to the pool for a swim where I was greeted with extra cold water, a not warm enough hot tub and a sloppy, tired workout. Strike one. Coming home, I thought I might feel better if I got some cleaning done. After two rounds across my awful linoleum kitchen floor, the the floor was still dirty. And then my mop broke. Strike two. I had been considering going for a run, and at one point even said, “I’m sure it won’t go well. Nothing I do today is going to go well”. Wow. You bummed out yet? Seriously, luckily for the general public I’ve kept to myself today, because I haven’t exactly been radiating joy.
Well, I decided since the day couldn’t get much worse, even a bad run couldn’t really hurt. I thought maybe my pink running skirt would help. So I piled it on over my tights, with my cold gear, gloves and headband and headed out. Did I mention that it snowed last night? It’s 25ish degrees and the wind was blowing pretty much constantly. Why do I do this to myself?
But somehow, from my first steps…I felt a little bit lighter. I caught myself smiling. I was running head on into my worst enemy – the wind – and I didn’t care. I ran, and I smiled, and I ran a little faster. The wind blew my ponytail holder out of my hair. How does that even happen!? I almost fell on some black ice. There was snow blowing horizontally across my face. But somehow, I was happy!
Was it the fact that I was the only person outside on this cold winter day? Maybe. It kinda made me feel like a badass.
Was it that I was a badass wearing a pink running skirt? Very likely.
Was it that sometimes a run is all you need to snap you out of a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day? I think so.
Thanks running, for making my day 🙂