I've not managed to get out for a run since Wednesday last week, so was determined to go this evening. It's been a horrible day, starting with massive problems with Anxious Teen Rainbow, and ending the same way. But the highlight, by far the best bit of the day, was the 40 mins I was out for my run.
I get in at about 5.40 on Fridays so there was still some light even by the time I was heading out at 6-ish - lovely! And I think Cedric had got complacent with the amount of running I've not done recently, so he forgot to turn up and be all gremlin-y at me! 
I decided that I would try to do half an hour, but not worry if I couldn't quite manage it. So, week 9 podcast in my ear, off I went.
First five minutes easy. Second five minutes easy. Hang on, what happened to the terrible ten?!? Not complaining though Half-way through and still feeling good. Whoop! Down to the bottom of the village. I may be rubbish at dealing with Daughter's anxiety and OCD, but I was damned if a stupid incline was going to beat me tonight. This run was about escape, about success, about feeling good. Up my nemesis I ran, and only started to feel that it got particularly hard right as it was about to level off. Hah, take that, small incline! 
Ten minutes to go, round both cul-de-sacs one last time, relaxing into it and striding out slightly/speeding up a bit for the last five minutes.
And done. Just what the doctor ordered (or at least, would have done if I told her I was doing this!).
Sadly the glow wore off somewhere around the point that Daughter dumped her dinner over the table. But hey, it was good while it lasted...!
One day...
And maybe it helped you cope... don't know if you're a huggy kind of person but, if you are: hugs.
Everyone needs a hug sometimes.. even if they don't realise it
x
Indeed. But it's knowing when to push... x
Hugs always good here! Thank you.
Running is definitely my escape!
Mine too from a very similar sounding daughter 😊