Running does amazing things for me. After a run, I am jubilant. I bounce around getting things done, and stress rolls off me like H20 off the aft of a mallard. I even write happier blog posts. 🙂
But sometimes, like once a month, I’m just down. Down, down, down. I can’t pinpoint what’s making me feel this way, and I can never remember that this happens every month. Last night, I had one of these episodes. I cried and complained about little things.
Afterward, I saw a picture of a former co-worker holding his dangerously premature newborn with tubes hooked up to her face. It reminded me of another friend (incidentally, she also worked with us) who had her daughter dangerously early. She’s a healthy little girl now. I prayed for my co-worker’s infant. I clicked over to the news and saw pictures of New Zealand.
And I got over myself.
I hope that, tonight, if I’m feeling down again, that I can remember life’s too short and precious to
cry over sweat the small stuff. Or maybe I just need to sweat all of it out on the treadmill…just in case.