The other day (Tuesday) I was super irritated. Seriously, like snapping at everyone. (And by “everyone” I mean Eli. He’s usually the brunt. Poor guy.)
So instead of yelling at my husband, I decided to channel my anger and go for a C25K run/walk. I did great! For reals, I almost made it through the whole thing. And when I got home and mapped my run, I was stoked to learn that I went almost 3 miles.
But what have I done since then?
Yep, I hurt my knee. I have no idea how.
On my list of what not to do while angry, running is now in the top 3.
PS: Don’t judge my lousy TV choices.