One of my best friends texted me this afternoon, "What are you doing?"
"Self-medicating," was my response.
"You'd better not be in bed drinking wine with your Kindle and your cat."
Hmmm, I thought. That's actually a good idea. ha.
I sent her this picture in response:
|Great Wall champion chip still attached to the right foot!|
"Good girl," she said.
Self-medicating at it's finest. Four slow, happy miles with Kelly Clarkson's, "Stronger" on repeat. I feel fabulous. I'm not sure what I did with my emotions before this whole marathon training thing. (Actually, I do know, the emotions were drowned in oreos). I'm thankful for a healthy outlet.
Kelly's right, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Now about that bed, wine, Kindle, cat thing....
walk slow. xoxo.