From fifth grade jogging club to road therapy at 31 years old, running has always been my outlet. I have come and gone in training throughout the years, but there is always a happy home in my running shoes and the great outdoors.
I think we all need an outlet. A place to put our frustrations, anger, sadness, or just a plain old bad day. Over the years, I have run with tears blurring my vision of the road I run along in sadness over loss. I have run so happy that I felt like I was skipping like a third grader through the streets. Emotions are free to flow. It is just me, the trees, and the road.
Today I ran. I ran hard. I left it all on the road. I have no idea how far I went, how many cars I saw, or if there were any animals along the way. I just ran. In fact, I think the first mile was more like stomping my feet like a three year old that can't have a popsicle. It felt good.
|My pavement weapons. I have earned both of those holes. I bet there are 400 miles on these shoes. Time for some new ones.|
What is your outlet? Do you have one? I hope so. We all need one. We all have those days that we are frustrated with our children, or had a bad day at work, or fought with our husband. How are you gonna deal with it? I'm going to run.