That is till this morning......
When I got so stressed out over planning my daughter's Bat Mitzvah that running as fast as I could seemed to be the only thing to do.
Granted I only had time to run for 17 minutes.
But still. It counts.
I did feel a whole lot better afterwards.
And now that the happy feeling is once again leaving me, and the bottomless pit of stress is returning.... I might have to do it again.
At least I'll get skinny.