I have not been feeling my best over the past few days. I’ve been in a bad mood. After work today, the remote wasn’t working and I got so frustrated that I started screaming at the TV.
It was time for a run.
I wasn’t feeling that well, but I went for it anyway. And I went HARD. I ran…2.5 miles.
TWO AND A HALF MILES. Without stopping.
I’m pretty sure that’s the first time I’ve ever done that.
I was shocked. I was ecstatic. I was so proud of myself!
And then, after the joy truly set in…I proceeded to get violently sick. In the gym bathroom.
Take that, bad mood.