I'm not going to lie to you: I've been feeling pretty down this week. For one thing, my dog died, and it has hit me harder than I ever expected. There are moments when my chest aches from the heartbreak, and I've come to realize that it may take more than a few days to completely work through the grief. But rather than listening to my head - which is telling me to curl up in my cozy bed with a jar of peanut butter, a bag of dark chocolate chunks, a spoon, and a movie - I've been listening to the sage advice of my body. My body is the smart one; it knows what I really need to heal and feel good again. So when it tells me to get my ass out of bed for a 6:00 a.m. workout in the park with my friends, I listen... even though that bed idea sounds really good.