3 semi fast miles yesterday. No pain.
4.6 slow miles today, and I quit because my foot was screaming. Truth be told, I wanted to run further. Even more truth to be told, I KNEW I shouldn’t have even been out there to begin with.
But some days, your mental well being takes priority. Today was one of those days. I needed to run in the worst way.
Some days I wonder if dealing with my stress and emotions through physical activity is truly healthy. Heaven help my family if I’m ever sidelined with an injury. I may explode. And so I question if “running” away is always the best thing.
But when I run, I see more clearly. I becoming a more understanding, accepting person. I feel the stress melt away, with each footstep to the pavement. Instead of bottling up my feelings, I sweat them out. And 99% of the time, I feel worlds better once I’m finished.
Sorry to be so ambiguous. Writing can be equally as therapeutic at times. Point being, today was one of those days. A day that reminds me to be SO THANKFUL for my health, my body, and my physical ability to run. Thank you legs, thank you running. I’m sorry feet, I promise to give you the next 48 hours off (for real this time).