Sick of being Sick

Blech - 2nd sick day I had to cash in....sick of being sick, sick of being sick and tired.

If the leaves weren't buried in 4 feet of snow, I'd turn one over right now because it's time for a new start.

I think back to two years ago when I was consistently running and I want to kick myself...why did I quit?  Does it really matter?  You can't change the past and the times when you let yourself down emotionally and physically.

Time to lace up these little green sneakers and start running...

Running makes me happy, it allows me to unwind, it makes me feel tough, it gives me time to think, it makes my skin feel brighter, it makes me realize how wonderful it is to breathe, it gives me a "high", it reminds me of just how strong my bigger legs are, it pushes me to hold my shoulders and head high and to strut my wonderful stuff.

When the running gets tough, it's not time to quit, it's time to take inventory of my body and give myself a break, but not to quit.

Isn't that what life is all about?  Guess I won't beat myself up over the 2 sick days because my body needed those days.