Yesterday, I sucked it up and got back on the treadmill.
Tonight, I sucked it up and did it again.
Even though this is supposed to be run every other day, I felt good. I wanted to run. It helped me blow off steam, which was nice. What was kind of hilarious is that my foot fell asleep on my last running interval. And then it took me two solid minutes of standing on my basement stairs stretching my calves before I could actually walk up the steps.
But you know what? I feel good.
And M told me he’s proud of me.
That makes all the difference in the world.