I decided to pretend to be a runner again this morning. 5.5 miles. hood route. 5:45 am start. I passed 2 other runners this morning, which is 2 more than usual. Despite the dishwasher conditions, and not running for so long, the run felt pretty good.
Tomorrow, we have a meeting at the hospital. They intend to release Pop home on Saturday. Work is bananas. Other family stuff going on. I am stressed out like maybe never before in my life.
I don't know if that means I should run more or run less. On the one hand, it is like my therapy. On the other hand, it feels a bit selfish right now.