The worst kind of wonderful
Work is stressing me out. My legs have felt like lead weights all week. I'm not sleeping well. My posture is terrible and it's making my lower back hurt. Strangely enough, I'm in a good mood. I credit the marathon. The positive feeling training for a goal is bringing to me is just cascading across and through everything I do. You're probably sick of hearing it, but it's the worst kind of wonderful.

Or is it the best kind?