*singing like Karen Carpenter minus the Anorexia part*
There is something about August that sends me into an annual funk. I can't really put my finger on what is truly bothering me. A funk in the summer? blasphemy! I love August, but the blues come this time every year. This year seems to be a little more blah than the last few years. Maybe it is how the air is starting to smell like fall. Or, it could be that my oldest son is starting "real" school and I am not prepared for it. Whatever the reason, it is raining today which just escalates the blah feeling.
I don't need a padded room yet, but I do need to do something as I am starting to drive my family crazy with my bitchiness. My plan for combating these Summertime Blues is going to be running. I know I was putting it on hold but I need the endorphins and the free therapy. I realize I am back to square one and I will have to start by running minutes and not miles. My injury is feeling better and if I take it slow it should be no problem. I am doing it purely for the mental benefits of a runners high. No races (for now), no worries about time, just getting back into it. I really miss running.
I am done feeling sorry for my injured self, I am done being jealous of all my running blogging buddies, and most important....I am done with this pity party!! I am dusting off the Sauconies, hooking G-man up, and I am off and running!