Yesterday, I was feeling aggressive. Irritable. Moody. Sort of down. In trying to ponder what was wrong with me, I forgot that running and cardio in general is my personal brand of therapy. Getting my heart pounding, becoming drenched in sweat, running, cycling, power yoga, whatever; anything that makes my muscles warm and requires me to focus and sweat and live in my head is helpful. Running and riding mean I have time to mull over whatever is in my head, if anything is bothering me, if I have any thing on my mind I need to work through. Power yoga is great because I can't think of anything else; all of me is focused on my body and how it feels and how it is aligned and maintaining my form and my balance. In short, exercise really helps to balance me out.
My leg injury is much better. I can walk again as of this past Saturday, though it still feels fatigued. E, in his role as my faux personal trainer (and he's usually dead on about my training) thinks I should wait until Thursday before trying an easy run, which is probably the best call. Last night we did some basic strength training at home. Push-ups, tricep dips, pull ups and leg lifts. It was tough, and a great reminder that building up my upper body and overall muscle strength will really do wonders for my training. I woke up very aware of my shoulders, but am enjoying that fatigued-muscle feeling of a job well done.