Waking up Tuesday morning was a bit like this:
Coming out of a depressive episode is just like leaving a dull, sepia toned state to a new world of technicolor.
I got out of bed without needing any extra marbles which meant I had time for a quick 1 mile run and, thankfully, there was already daylight peeking through even at 6:15 am. The day before, on Monday, my therapist suggested looking into adjusting my schedule at work to allow myself to wake up with daylight so I can get that run in but with the sun entering the hemisphere earlier and earlier, I may not need to for the time being.
Man, y’all. It’s been fucking rough as hell and I’m still not entirely out of the fog but I’m making progress. I went for a 2 mile run last Friday and then the 1 mile run on Monday and that was, literally, the first exercise I had done in about two weeks. The Cleveland 10K is four weeks away and I am just maintaining my goal of finishing. So I’m just going to keep doing what I’m doing.
Love from the ashes,
Lady Lazuars
You will do fine at the Cleveland 10k!!!
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