I woke up bright and early this morning.
Rather than stay in bed and daydream, I decided I would get up and exercise. My back hurt, but I would exercise.
I went for a big long walk. I said good morning to my hood.
That, and last night’s self-care, are making me feel a whole lot better.
I would love nothing more than to run. I am off to the sports doctor on monday. I hope to run again, soon. I want to see my squad girls. I have booked in for a 10km race on Melb Marathon day, and I want to do well in it. Perchance a PB?
It’s not gonna happen just at the moment, the back won’t let me.
But I gots to move. It helps my mood, endlessly. I don’t have to flog myself. I can keep it gentle.
I would like to aim for 40 minutes of exercise, 5 days per week. That can be my goal for the moment, to keep me motivated.
I get candydog access on the weekend. I have some good things planned this week, so it is not so gloomy.
My curried sausages were even better for lunch.