I got out of my car telling myself that I will feel better once I get going and off I went. I pushed and struggled for 20 minutes muttering a multitude of words I cannot repeat with my children around when I pulled up to a stop and looked around. I was miserable and just wanting to be done. With that thought in mind I decided I was done. I slowly walked back to the car and headed home.
I came home feeling like a failure, but the reality is that I wasn't a failure. I know my body. I have learned to listen to it and do what it needs. This wasn't a lazy day, this was a day where my body was begging me for rest. It needed an easy day to recover from the week. Sure, I could have pushed through and completed a miserable run. I wouldn't have come home any happier, I would have come home miserable and questioning if I should have really gone through it all.
Now I am home and back in the chaos. Perfectly content even though both bathrooms upstairs need to be mopped up after having two kids take a bath, the pile of pillows at the bottom of the stairs (also known as a soft landing spot for kids launching themselves off of the landing), and the noise is reverberating throughout the house.