I sure do wish that I felt how this photo feels when I look at it. Funny tidbit, when I took it, I didn't see that tiny sweat bee hovering near the butterfly. Photobomb!
Anyway, I'm just in a funk. I have no idea why, it just seems a lot of stuff going on and none of it really good. I went out for a run at the crack of dawn this morning and got in 4.28 miles. I only looked at the Garmin twice to glance at my pace and just tried to "settle into it" (my mantra) but even going slow I had a stitch in my side the whole time and I got home and just wanted to cry. It just didn't cheer me up like it usually does and if running doesn't cheer me up, nothing will.
I'm sure things will perk up around here this upcoming weekend. There's a light at the end of the tunnel because Rey is coming home! I think three weeks is about my breaking point for him to be gone.
Do you depend on your running to cheer you up when you are struggling in other areas of your life? Have you ever had a time when it just didn't work?