I won’t lie. This summer started off pretty crappy. We spent the later part of spring and early summer sorting out where Yeshumnesh was going to live, what to do with all her stuff and how to say goodbye to someone who is part of your family. So, pretty crappy is a little bit of an understatement.
Now, if you know me, you know that I can handle stress pretty well but what I don’t do well is telling people how I’m really feeling or how I’m doing. Yay for growing up in the mid-west where we don’t actually deal with our emotions, we just shove them out of the way and say “I’m fine.” when someone asks.
When I was in college, I figured out that a good way to deal with my emotions was to go for a walk. I know, rocket-science, right? I didn’t just walk…I basically through a 19-year-old version of a temper tantrum. Stomping, kicking sticks and rocks, and generally pounding all of my emotions into the pavement. Don’t judge. It worked.
Back to this summer…all the emotions were starting to bubble to the surface. I needed to do something. A bunch of my friends had been posting on facebook about this running program they were doing called Couch to 5K. Yeah, I liked running about much as I like chewing glass. I’ll find a different way to feel better, thank you very much.
Woke up on June 14 at freakin’ early o’clock and could not get back to sleep. I got up, downloaded the C25K app on my iPod (first app I ever paid for by the way), got dressed and went for a run. Did I mention that I didn’t have running shoes, owned exactly one pair of shorts that are totally not meant for running, had to carry my iPod which caused it to keep shutting off and, oh yeah, it was raining? For 30 minutes I listened to a peppy British woman say “Run” and “Walk” and I hated every second of it.
By the time I got home, Kevin was just getting up (see, I told you it was freakin’ early) and asked me where I disappeared to. Because I’m 99.9% sure that “Hmm, Abby must have gone for a run” was probably not his first thought. I told him I went for a run. And got a “you did what?” reaction. Told you, running just isn’t my thing.
Except, here’s the funny thing…I’ve learned it might be my thing. The next day I went out and bought shoes and shorts and one of those iPod holders you strap to your arm. I have the Nike sensor thing you put in your shoe to track your work outs. I made a playlist of 142 songs. And I ran. Every other day for about 2 weeks. And I sprained my knee.
Yep, in a brace for two weeks and was going a little stir crazy. I would wake up in the morning wanting to run.
I’ve learned a few things:
I’m not as crappy of a runner as I had convinced myself I was
Waking up early in the summer is a good thing.
Don’t stare at the ground while you run or you’ll get motion sickness.
After not running for 2 weeks, being able to run again feels good.
So, now what? First of all, I promise this won’t turn into a running blog. But I do have a goal. Just a few details to work out before I put it out there but it’s brewing and it’s going to be good.
(Oh yeah, I also dealt with the stress by repainting my bedroom, Kevin’s office, the bathroom and our closet, along with rearranging the bedroom and convincing kevin we need to go furniture shopping – but I’ll post about that later.)things that make me happy | Comments (2)