On Saturday afternoon I was really feeling sorry for myself. My extended family has been going through some stuff lately, and it’s been hard for me to watch. My husband’s grandparents (whom I love dearly) have been visiting for the last month, and they are leaving today. I had spent a couple hours trying to get a project done on the house, and it just wasn’t going well. The neighbor kid was over playing with my kids, and they left a tornado zone behind them. There was just a lot of stuff on my mind, and it was really bringing me down.
And so, I was laying on the sofa crying, and wishing I had a bag of chips to eat. (Is that honest enough for you? ) As I was laying there, I remembered how much running relieves my stress. I had