I was officially In A Mood when I got home from work today.
I was overly tired from staying up too late last night reading.
I was crabby about some potential future fights I might have to have with someone who I think has the intellect of a fruit fly (I’ll say more, once this person is no longer in charge of some of my money).
I was stressed about some work stuff.
My hormones are doing some wack-a-doodle things in response to some new medicine I’ve started.
Add it all together and you get A Mood.
So, when my buddy E. texted me and asked if I was up for a jog tonight I said no. Mr.Monkey had to go do an errand and I had the kid and blah blah blah (THE MOOD) so no.
She texted back and gently suggested that I could just take him the jogging stroller (which he basically loves as I always give him a tasty snack and gets to lounge like a king).
I thought for a minute about how grumpy I felt and about how I’d have to put more air in the stroller tires and who knows if the kid would be crabby after a long day at daycare. But then I said yes anyways, mostly because I wanted to hang out with E.
You know how this is going to end, right?
That we had a pretty great run/walk and we did more running than I’ve done in a while.
That I felt much better, practically cheerful, afterwards.
That I was 100% glad I went.
Why is it, the how could I feel after working out, the hardest thing to remember in the before working out moments?