Angry running

I left work today with a terrible headache and a big dose of annoyance (from various office-related things). I really didn't want to run--in addition to the headache I was hungry. However, with 70 degree weather and a forecast of crap tomorrow, I wolfed down a slice of bread (carb addict! Whatever, it works) and went for my scheduled 3.5 miles.

Of course now I feel much better. And I shaved almost a minute off my pace! Angry running for me usually equals faster running. Full disclosure: I also had a big stretch of downhill, but since we live in Phinney Ridge, it's nearly impossible to avoid a long downhill.

The best part? I came home to some lovely flowers from my husband. (And now he's cooking dinner, a quinoa-avocado soup that is FANTASTIC. The recipe is from my friend Hope, I'll have to post it here some time.)

Sometimes running is the best medicine.

Edit: Annnndddd I just added another eight blocks to my running total, as we didn't have any salsa for the soup. Running with salsa, yup.