This has been an extremely difficult past week. Life has thrown me multiple curve balls, unfortunate encounters with those who shouldn’t matter, and my brain is working overtime to sabotage my day-to-day life. I may or may not have been found crying my eyes out on my husband late Friday night after work in his office.
All this to say I’m more than a wee bit thankful I’m able to run, even a little bit, right now. After a horrific couple of days, Saturday night I headed out on the road for 4 miles. I let my anger, my sadness, my fears out a little bit at a time with every single step my shoes hit on the ground. The tears have dried. Clarity has been found.