You’d think I’d have figured it out by now. After all, I used running to recover from postpartum depression.
Running is mood altering. It’s a feel good drug. For me, it’s straight up my anti-depressant.
Yesterday I was struggling. I seriously felt like all the negative things I listed in my post were insurmountable. And I did not want to run. Not at all.
If I’m in a crappy mood and I don’t want to run, that’s a pretty sure sign that I NEED to run.
Finally, the sun came out and I forced myself out the door.
Four miles later, *I* was sunny again.
Now if someone could just kick my butt out the door the next time I start feeling sorry for myself…