I'm a failure

This was a rough weekend. ROUGH. Not sure what hair got up N’s butt, but it was a nasty one. He fought me tooth and nail all weekend long. By Sunday, I found myself partaking in three drinks: wine with lunch (LUNCH!), a G&T to get through the afternoon and another glass of wine with dinner. I never drink this much. Never. I actually have a two-drink limit, which is getting closer to a one-drink limit because I hate feeling sick the next day. But N’s nasty behavior drove me to drinking. I went to bed last night crying and feeling like the world’s worst parent. I felt like a failure.

This morning I’m a tad “under the weather” thanks to yesterday. I just don’t feel it today. Instead of tackling those hills and getting out my pent up frustration from the weekend (which would do me some good), I’m going to run for the sake of running. I need a good head-clearing run in the rain. I want to feel refreshed and renewed, I want that high I used to get when I started running. A run is what I need and a run is what I’m gonna get.

It’s a great day for running y’all!