Friday, August 3, 2012

sanity run (alternately titled, running is my drug)



We had a wonderful two days at Disneyland this week and took our time getting home on the third day.  Today we had a slow morning, went to Costco, I went through some boxes and downsized even more stuff that I brought home from my office. We went swimming at a friend's and then home for a late dinner where everyone was hungry and it couldn't be ready fast enough. I ran out of time to fix myself a gluten-free meal, so I ate peanut butter and banana on a rice cake.

My patience was running a little thin. I was feeling twitchy.

Which meant only one thing.  I needed a sanity run.

After four full days of being "on" with the kids and family, and almost four days without my usual exercise, I was in desperate need of an endorphin fix.

As soon as the younger girls were in bed at 7:30am, I headed out for a 30 minute run before it got too dark.

Maybe it was watching the Olympic 10,000 kilometer race today and seeing the winner surge on the last lap and win by a landslide. I can't run at those speeds and never will, but I can run my heart out just like she did.

It was just what I needed. I ran fast, because it felt good. I negative split the run, which is always nice. I enjoyed the oranges and pinks in the sky as the sun was setting. I cleared my mind. I was recharged by being alone with myself and my thoughts.

Running used to be a discipline and to some extent it still is. But a few years ago, running also became my drug. My fix. What keeps me sane.

Running purges me of any negativity I'm feeling and prepares me for negativity I may face.

Oh running, I'm addicted to you.