Have you ever wanted a weekend to just last forever? It’s spring break across the college campuses and all I wanted to do was enjoy it as well. Instead, I spent three hours in the dentist chair this morning and it was back to work. Yes, you read that correctly, three hours!
After my long dentist appointment, I rushed back to the Lehigh Valley to get to work. I barely worked because my boss told me to head home considering, well, there’s not much to do given that it’s spring break and I saw the opportunity to run! I have a 9 week old puppy now and it’s hard to balance work, spending time with her and making sure her needs are met, and making time for myself. So as I walked back from the office a few things that crossed my mind were running, but also not running because I need to spend time with the pup!
I chose to run. I crated her and she lived. But, there were so many things going on around dinner time that I wasn’t sure what I could squeeze in. I ran three miles. Three miles?!?! I almost scoffed at myself. I consider myself a runner? I told my boyfriend that and his response was, “that’s three more miles than you were expecting.” Ok, he has a point.
But, three? 22-23 minutes of running? I can race that in under twenty! Is this a “workout?”
I came to the conclusion, while running, that it counts. I have made a vow to myself to focus more on myself. I want to eat healthier, run more, and love my life. I am a believer that working out, whatever way works best for you, makes you a happier person. Maybe it won’t turn your rainy day into sunshine and rainbows, but I think that it does produce some endorphins and gets your mood elevated.
Whatever you do, do it for you.