Running has always been my number one source of stress release. When I was a teen, it would be the means of my ability to maintain a clear mind as well as a tool for skirting peer pressure. When I was laid off from work, 3 short months after holding my husband’s hand as he took his last breath, it was the only time I felt normal in my day-to-day life. Putting one step in front of another, even when you are sad, frustrated, angry, or other is simple. And when you’ve finished, you feel like you have done something right — even if it is the only thing you’ve done for yourself all day.
I suppose this is why I felt like I had to lace up today and run again. The fact that I hadn’t run weeks and not for months before that, just didn’t matter. Somehow, even when my first running steps were met with much discomfort, I knew that I must not wait any longer to get back out there.
So that’s just what I did. Five miles later, I’m feeling better than before. Accomplished for having done at least one thing right today.
Then I returned to the office to see if I could do a second thing right on this Saturday.