I’ve been slacking in the blog department—it’s been almost a month since my last post! That’s because I’ve been both busy and in a bit of a funk. Exciting things that I wanted to pan out didn’t, and this snowy Wisconsin spring is dragging out my winter blues. I’m itching for change (more sun, more adventure, more newness), but my life is infuriatingly same old, same old. So I run.
I run hills by Lake Michigan on gray days that look like melancholy incarnate. I weave through city streets, passing old brick buildings with fading advertisements for canned tomatoes and Pabst beer, stopping to take pictures of staircases, alleyways and plainly pretty things that I want to preserve in my memory.
I run to escape the mundane or to shake off a bad day. Because a good run gives me perspective and makes me all shiny and happy again. A few miles in, I always feel more in control, more clear-minded. Seriously, best therapy ever.
But I don’t mean to wallow in this post—I just believe in the stress-relieving power of running. The best part of my latest running streak is that I feel lighter and quicker than I have in a long time. My average mile splits are going down, down, down, and I can’t wait to start fall marathon training. (BQ, just maybe?)
Oh, and I decided the best way to jumpstart change was to chop off my hair. (I still haven’t figured out how to wear it while running. Any pointers?) Here’s to finding newness—and in the meantime, running. Always running.
YOUR TURN: What do you do to get out of a rut or relieve stress?