Ever done that thing where you pray for clarification and when it comes, it’s confusing? “Confusing clarification” should be fancy caligraphy tattoo on my butt, because it’s the story of my life. Sometimes you just have to put your big girl panties on and go for it. Sometimes you need to hang back and think, and be confused. Which ties me up in little knots of stress.
I went to the gym, and I ran. I ran and ran and ran. I also lifted weights, then ran some more. Thank goodness that my new gym shoes came last night.
When I was done, I was sweaty, and tired, and the back of my left ankle was sore. When I got home, I was hungry, and tired, and I smelled bad. But I felt better.
“What’s the win,” you ask?
I felt emotions, and I didn’t eat to cope with them. Victory is mine!