Well, having spent the first part of the morning chastising myself to the point of tears over yesterday’s tumbling back into two bottles of wine, especially given that yesterday I also weighed myself and saw a number I’d only last seen when I was pregnant, I decided to turn it around. Wrote a training plan. Ran 4.1 miles, 33 mins (but fairly flat). Did multiple burpees, star jumps and then ended with some sun salutations and warrior poses directing energy at being well again…. At least for today. Exercise makes you feel alive. No matter the weather. No matter the hangover or anxiety. I always feels better after a run.