Gym class epiphany

This morning there was an email I most definitely did not want to read waiting for me in my inbox.

It made me so depressed, restless, crazy, and riled up that I bought a pair of gym shorts and ran four miles on the track.

Now, as the endorphins are running through my system, I am thinking that the running was a great idea, things aren't so bad after all, I should do this more often, I just read through the email too fast and only noticed the bad parts and misinterpreted the rest, and I think that I will make it my goal to run four miles or more every day, because if every day was like today, I would be fit enough to either look like a million dollars or stuff myself with cookies and food over the break guilt-free. Mostly.

Moral of the story: Why didn't I think of this before? If I had gone running every time I had a bad day, things would be a lot better. Clearly, this is something I must do again (the running, not the bad day). (Also, I'm pretty sure 'they' have been repeating this to me in every single PE or health class I have ever taken, I just never listened to them.)