Ina and I snuck out of the house yesterday morning for a glorious 3.5 mile run. It had been almost a week since I had run and my body could tell.
My body could tell during the run, because it was extra tired.
But, my body could also tell all those days that I didn't run. On days I don't run I feel dirty. I seriously feel the toxins building up inside of me and the only way to get rid of them is sweat them out.
On days I don't run, I hate taking a shower. For some reason, I don't feel like I "deserve" a shower unless I have some salty-sweatiness to clean off.
On days I don't run, I feel this antsiness creep up in my stomach.
I days I don't run, I loathe other runners. On my drive to work I want to yell, "stop showing off," or "aren't you special." (This is quite the opposite on days I do run - when I see other runners I actually do roll my window down and cheer them on.)
On days I don't run I don't deal with stress well, and there is an exponential relationship between my ability to deal with stress and the number of off days I have.
ATDWS = 20-10^DIHR
(ATDWS - ability to deal with stress; DIHR - days I haven't ran; 10 = baseline)
When life gets super busy, it is really easy to put exercise on the back burner. However, what I need to keep telling myself is that if I run I am able to deal with the super business so much easier.
Whew, glad I got that off my chest.
Anyone else feel the same way?
I also wanted to share my breakfast yesterday because it was pretty good -
Sriracha-egg-cheese-corn tortillas (idea from here) with blueberries, which are Ina's new favorite food. We buy them by the pound from Aldi and can only keep them in the house for a few days.
My mom brought over dinner last night which was really sweet of her. How did we get so blessed?
Have a good day!