I had no desire to go running. None. at. all. I KNOW that I feel better when I run, but without a concrete goal, it's just so hard to get my lazy self in my shoes and out the door.
Since it was only January 2, however, I knew in my heart that it was little early to give up on New Years resolution. So I laced up.
Before I even got to the end of the block, I felt a million times better. It was beautiful out, and I was on my feet and had music in ears. By the time I hit 1 mile, I was starting to get excited about going back to school the next. When I hit the 2 mile mark (McDonalds, ironically) and turned around to end home, I was in my happy place.
It is absolutely amazing how much better I feel when I run. And it is even more amazing how ridiculously resistant I am to getting out the door.
Running is my reset button. Ninety-five percent of the time, it takes me from grumpy/frustrated/stressed/pity partying to normal/happy/perky in less than 2 minutes. Why do I ever hesitate to push the button?