I ran five miles this morning, and five this past Sunday (well, technically, both times it was five-point-something); Project 90 is coming right along (but it's early yet).
I have really taken notice of how a run makes me feel throughout the day, including my patience and energy! It truly is amazing. I understand why the crazies (myself included, thank you) love running.
I was having a pretty great day, and then my hubby dropped this off for me, and instead of it saving me from jumping off of a cliff, it pushed me over the "my life is pretty cool" edge. It was the straw that broke the camel's back, but in a good way. I couldn't stop smiling.
Maybe it was all because of the run.
Or maybe it was the sweetness.