Monday, February 16, 2009

What a Difference a Walk Makes

I woke up this morning, a few minutes before the alarm, and quickly re-set it for an hour later. I had not slept particularly well, and did not want to go to the gym, telling myself I would walk before PT. I left for work teary-eyed and frustrated, wanting to be alone with my dark thoughts, unhappy with everything.

After lunch and before PT at 1, I walked a 2 mile loop in the sunny late winter air. The endorphins released, breezed me through PT and as Gwen rubbed out my leg, I thought "I am a different person than I was this AM." Honestly, I was. Was it the endorphins? The sun? The air? The combination?

Whatever it was, it worked. And I left PT looking at Gwen's seed order form and thinking about a summer garden.

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