First of all, the AA. No, not that AA, I'm talking anxiety attack.
I went to the gym after work, to get in my 4 miler, realizing I haven't run since the previous Monday and I've signed up for a 5k this weekend and I haven't run a 5k in over a year and its going to be hot and, and, and...on comes the anxiety. I have no idea why. But I just felt like everything was wrong about me being at the gym.
Which, of course, turned into a horrible run. First of all, I get on the treadmill, check my heart rate - yeah, its already 120. So, bonafide attack. I walk for 2 minutes, trying to calm my heart down before it beats out of my chest and I have to clean blood off of everything. I finally start running, and barely mentally make it past the first mile when I have to walk. I finally ended up
quitting deciding to stop at 3 miles. 32:54. Whatever.
So, on to the good stuff. Bryan rocks! Seriously! What you ask, did he do that was so wonderful? He bought me this:

Isn't he just the best husband ever. =-) I totally rocked that yard last night. I can't believe how much easier it made mowing. And its a super mulcher, so I only filled two bags of grass last night instead of like 6. Seriously, this is the best gift ever.