I’ve been taking Wednesdays as rest days lately, but today I felt okay (at least as far as my bottom half is concerned) so I decided to go for a run. However, it’s raining– so I used the treadmill at the gym. It was boring, but I managed 30 minutes and just shy of 2.5 miles. My calves hurt like the dickens halfway through.
There’s been lots of talk around my office about working on managing our stress levels. For me personally, managing my stress is absolutely critical (stress is the worst trigger of my mood issues) so that’s part of why my gym time and physical activity is sacrosanct. It’s not the only thing that helps (sometimes a beer or two after a tough day is incredible) but it definitely is a big contributor to keeping me sane. Not only is it helpful in a burning-off-the-feels sense, but also the knowledge of my own physical capacity is a relief to me– the fact that I’m strong and tough and can endure is comforting.
Running While Fat 
I’m the same way. My favorite example of this is how I wasn’t able to work out or run for a four day stretch and I was getting progressively snarlier as time went on. On the fifth day, I went for a run and posted about it on Facebook, and my old boss said she saw it and went, “Oh, thank god, Caitlin will be normal today!”