My Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Last Tuesday I had one of those days.  The morning brought an incident of road rage (I was the victim, not the perpetrator).  Let's just say that a double handed flipping off and the yelling of a not so kind phrase had me a little bit down.  Later that same day my car stopped working. While I was driving.  I was alone and in high heels.  I turned the car off and tried to re-start it.  No go.  I had my hazards blinking, but I think most people thought I was trying to turn (I was on a very busy street and coasted to a stop in the turn lane).  I tried to get out and push it and steer at the same time...in high heels.  You can imagine how that turned out.  I mean, I'm getting strong, but not quite that strong.  It wasn't until someone drove up behind me waiting to turn that anyone realized I needed help.  The girl that was behind me was a young mom.  She said she would help me push.  She left her little boy in the car and started pushing.  At first when we started pushing the car started going backward.  So we pushed a little harder and we started going forward. I had the driver side door open and pushed and steered around the corner.  The sight of two women pushing got people's attention and two other guys joined the cause.  After they were assured that I had a ride (Darin was on his way), they all left.  Darin came and drove me home.  Later a neighbor helped us tow the car to the mechanic.  Fuel pump.  $550.00. Awesome.  By dinner time I had a pounding headache and felt very blah.  We were supposed to go work out with Jeff and working out was the last thing I wanted to do.  I wanted to revert to my cave and hibernate. We went anyway and guess what?  It was amazing.  I felt so good afterward.  I realized that of all the things to regret, working out will likely never be one of them.  I can't imagine saying, "I really shouldn't have worked out."  It makes me feel better physically and emotionally.  It clears my head.  Pushing myself to the limit feels incredible.  I hope I can remember this after the challenge is over...when I don't have someone waiting for me at the gym and it's up to me to decide that it is always worth it to make time for working out.