Things that are good today: I have a husband I adore, a job I love, I can walk, speak, see, hear, I have a place to live and everyone that matters to me is safe. Every single day that goes by where I have these things is a good day. And I don't take any of them for granted. Not ever.
Things I learned today: saying you're going to run home and running home are two vastly different beasties. Being "prepared" by wearing two sports bras (I hate boobs, they jiggle and they jump and they hop and they bounce and they irritate the living daylights out of me, so yeah, I run and work out in 2 sports bras) under your work clobber ALL DAY is like slowly having life squeezed out of you by a psychotic octopus on a sugar high. Running with a backpack if you have freakishly disproportionate traps is a NIGHTMARE. Running nearly 7 km when you weigh nearly 92 kg (about 14 stone / 200lbs) in what feels a hella lot like summer, even if you run 5 walk 2, is pretty much the same as a regular person running a marathon.
But guess what? I did it! And I feel amazing!!! All of the crap that's been floating through my head, all the increasingly apocalyptic thoughts, the impending doom, all the man I just can not catch a break ... All of it. Gone. Obliterated by survival instinct. Breathe, move, keep going.
Yes all 99 my problem still exist. I realise that given the recent news, those problems are probably pretty insignificant, even if they are pretty huge to me. But for this one hour, at least, they didn't exist at all. And that's why I run. Not for glory, not to lose weight, not to get fitter faster or even necessarily better. I run because in general, even if you love life, it doesn't always love you back and when I run, that doesn't matter one bit, because I still think life is beautiful ❤️