The Mad Woman is dead; may she rest in peace and never come back to haunt me. I, with unabandoned excitment, went for a run this morning! Actually, it was more of a walk/run/walk/run and it felt great. The alarm rang and in an instant I was out of the bed and putting on my running clothes. Within minutes, I was out the door and testing the strength in my ankle.
Thus, the Mad Woman had to die. With each gentle step I took, I was digging her grave deeper and deeper. With the ability of being able to run returning, I am no longer feeling like a mad woman with pent up energy wanting to pull out my hair.
Running keeps me sane.
This is why I have missed it so. My sanity comes in the form of shoe laces being tied at 5 a.m. This morning my walk/run took place in the rain, but I didn't care. I was out there and I was running.
Now to work on that Ankle Dictator. I am hoping to carve his name next; underneath that of the Mad Woman's.
Running helps me sleep better.
Running helps me feel better.
Running gives me energy. Running keeps me sane.
This is why I have missed it so. My sanity comes in the form of shoe laces being tied at 5 a.m. This morning my walk/run took place in the rain, but I didn't care. I was out there and I was running.
Now to work on that Ankle Dictator. I am hoping to carve his name next; underneath that of the Mad Woman's.
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