After running a mile, I found myself to be a bit sore and just in need of a little lovin'. So I decided it would be a good day to pamper myself. Especially if I was intending to keep up this running charade.
Now, I'm no expert on girl-style pampering. My husband and I share the same Pert Plus Two-In-One Shampoo and Conditioner and Irish Spring bar soap of my youth. I cut my own bangs, and often live to regret it. I don't wear make-up because I'm an eye-rubber and because make-up is a big, fat lie. So my definition of pampering is probably very similar to another girl's definition of simple hygiene. But anyway, here's what I did. I took a nice, hot shower. I changed into the comfiest PJ's I own. I brushed my hair 100 times like I saw Martha do on the Brady Bunch just to say that I had. I dug out the abandoned lotions that I keep hidden away under the bathroom sink. I picked out the only bottle of nail polish that hadn't dried up with age and painted my toenails with a technique that was a little more Van Gogh than Da Vinci. And I ended the pampering session with a few rounds of yoga sun salutations, promptly ruining any effort to make my toes or hair look nice. But this was an excellent step to recovery. I feel very relaxed and very girly and with afternoons like this as a reward, I would be happy to continue running.
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