SELF: Day Six

Turns out all I need is to sweat a bit

to make the cruddy feeling of the day

disappear...

When school was finished yesterday, I could think of nothing I would rather do than curl up in my sunny room, wrap my freezing cold self in plush blankets, and have the kind of nap that easily turns into that night's sleep. But but BUT, after a peanut butter and jam sandwich (my running fuel of choice for the past six years), I forced myself outside, where the air was shockingly warmer than inside my house. Hmmm.

I vowed to run only my regular 6 km because of the Exhaustion Factor, but then I ran into two friends. Though they were walking, the competitive spirit awoke inside me and I was overcome with an urge to have them say to themselves, "wow, that girl really is an athlete. Look at her go", with simultaneous looks of adoration and admiration. I realize I sound a tad bit ego-driven, but that was my inspiration. I ran 7 km and felt amazing. It was really nice outside: nice enough to take my winter hat off and feel the breeze in my adorably pony-tailed hair (if I do say so myself).

Last year when I was training for the ATB, the love-hate relationship with running from which no one is exempt, leaned more toward the side of hate. Yesterday at 5 pm, I was feeling that same way, but by the time I got home, sweaty and invigorated, I remembered what it felt like to love the sport. Relief flooded me and I knew that tomorrow would be a great day.

I made the most vile combination for dinner: mashed sweet potatoes (it's all I have in the fridge with vitamins other than the broccoli I ate as well) with tofu. WHAT was I thinking? I thought it could be interesting. It wasn't. However, belly full, body recharged, and mind completely at ease, I watched Up in the Air starring George Clooney (WHAT a great film!) and hit the sack at 9:30. Heaven! I woke up today at 5 am, after 7 hours of sleep my body thought it was high time to wakey wakey. Yuck. I managed to get back to sleep for an hour or so before treating myself to some hot, thick coffee.

A rested and challenged body,

a looong night's rest,

a good movie,

and trying a new recipe?

Sounds like happy to me!