So today was a little on the weird side for me. First of all, my hair. Blah. I can always tell when either Gabi or I are coming down with something because no matter what we do our hair looks a mess.
Mine looked a mess today.
Then I began to feel my swollen eyes sink farther and farther into my weary head. Then I started to feel a bit dizzy. Then I realized I was sitting at my desk staring at my screen unable to accomplish anything at work, with bad hair. But I persevered, for it was only 10 o' clock, and my time off is a coveted thing that I do not give up easily. But as the hours passed I was becoming more unwell by the minute.
I left work. An hour early.
I raced home with visions of pillows and blankets.
Upon opening the front door and and lunging for the jammie drawer there lied an option. Though I could see myself literally diving effortlessly into those oh so wonderful lounge pants and taking two steps backward into my dreamy bed, I could not overlook my running shorts. There they were, right there as if they knew I needed them all day long. I gave myself a few smacks on the cheeks and took a few jumps in the air. Is this even possible? I was convinced 20 minutes ago that I might hurl in the car...
Next thing I knew I was on the road. I ran six miles, to the lake and back. And fast.
Energy restored. Happiness restored. Eyeballs better. Color back. Smile back.
hallelujah for exercise.