When things are pretty crappy sometimes all you have to do is lace up your shoes and get the eff out of your house.
And that's what I did.
I run along a cemetery for part of my route. I was thinking about it, thinking how ten years ago I would've been freaked out by running past a cemetery at dusk. Ten years later I am far more aware of the fact that I have a lot more to fear from the living people than I do from the deceased. Not that anything bad happened to me last night. Just that I am more aware of the people around me and what they are doing. The cemetery is the least of my worries.
Hubs and I had taken the boys up to the pool after dinner. We walked there and back to the house and for some reason I felt the need to speed walk both ways. I noticed on my run that my calves bothered me a bit and every now and then I would get a twinge in hips. I'm chalking it up to the earlier walking and playing in the pool.
Maybe things aren't 100% right now. But they certainly feel better. Ah the magic of motion.