And she's back...

10 days later and the funk is over. What I have done in the meantime:

I have run, had my hair colored, been a concert goer, had dinner with friends, shopped with Mom and Step-Mom, attended church, life group, and a book fair, and plenty other boring Mom/Wife-like things that I know you couldn't care less about.

I'm looking forward to a 5K on Saturday, since Mom, Uncle C and Sweetheart are all joining in. I think a friend from high school is running it too. I can honestly say that I will NEVER be able to run the whole thing, my running has all of the sudden gone to pot, but I'm excited none the less. It'll be fun.

I think the sun is going to come out today, that always makes for a better mood. When we left the house this morning everyONE was in a good mood. Do you know how few times that has EVER happened? I will cherish the day...

The Funk

Have you ever been in a funk? I think it happens to people a lot at the end of winter. Some call it seasonal depression. I call it the funk. It all started about 3 weekends ago when the weather was really nice and we got to play outside and enjoy the sunshine. Then something happened... At first it was mysterious and I couldn't really put my finger on it. I felt bored, sad, tired and sluggish all at the same time. I was wearing my sweaters again and I hated everything in my closet. Then it hit me...when it snowed AGAIN. I'm ready for spring. Ready to leave the back door open and quit wearing wool. I'm ready to run outside and ditch my friend the treadmill. I'm ready to see that first buttercup and enjoy coffee and cookies outside, all while Wildman digs in the dirt.

Maybe now that I've identified my problem (admitting you have a problem is the first step, right?) I can take action to move past it. If nothing else, I've got the fact that the time changes this weekend.

Today is shaping up to be a pretty day.

I think I'll take a run outside. That's a step in the right direction.