I’ve been in a funk lately. Just a weird little funk. I don’t know why but it’s been there. Just having a lot of feelings. I’m fine. It’s fine. We’re all fine.

But the funk has affected my running. Between my appetite being practically non-existant, and a sudden 6.5 pound weight loss, I was having troubles running. I bonked on a run a few weeks ago. Only made it 3 of my wanted 11 miles. Not cool, funk. Not cool at all. 

But this is my birthday week! I’m actively trying to get over the funk! I have to by Saturday (my birthday!) and I want to feel better about life. So today, today we ran.

And it was glorious! 5 miles, 10:00/miles. When I got to mile 3 I felt like I could just keep running forever. But I had things to do before I go to bed tonight so I stopped at 5. I felt good, my breathing felt good and I was killing it. It was a nice feeling.

I’m going to bed early to get up and run in the morning. I want to be happy and I know part of what makes me happy are those endorphins I get from running. 

Have a great night friends!