Ever have one of those days where nothing is going your way, you just want to crawl under your duvet and hide from the world? Yesterday was one of those days. I’m usually very good at putting on a brave face, but yesterday was an exceptional challenge. I don’t know what made it so hard, but it was. All I wanted to do is cry. This seemed so ironic when just yesterday morning, I had been thinking to myself how happy I’ve felt, recently. I guess this was a reminder that it takes time to get over depression.
Twice this week, I have attempted a run/walk routine, for a mile. I did this twice and felt absolutely exhuasted. I don’t know what it was then, that made me do what I did once I was home. As soon as I got in the house, I threw on a baggy T-shirt grabbed my ipod and started running. Just like that. I was running. What’s even crazier, I kept going and I wasn’t even getting tired!
I kept going, jogging at a (very) slow pace, for a mile and a half. 2.5km in modern day terms. I did this in 20 minutes. For me, this is incredible. I only started to feel tired at the last corner, and I had a huge grin on my face. It felt so good to have run this far, not feel like collapsing. What really made me feel good though, was that I didn’t feel at all anxious. I didn’t feel sad. I just didn’t care. Jogging made me instantly happy.
So much so, that I’m really going to try to keep up the jogging. I know I need to do a few more 1.5 mile runs, but I want to build up my distance and stamina. If I can build up my fitness whilst relieving myself from my problems, I can go far.
Tomorrow is another day. Another day that I’m going to push myself. This can only be a good thing!