So I left work and did something I was a little nervous to do. Something I was and am absolutely ready for. And I met a new friend at a coffee shop that was not a Starbucks and it was a leap into the unknown. Very fun. And ready for more.
I knew when I got home that I was running tonight, but I thought it was 3. Maybe 4. And I told someone that I was just running until I ran the scare out of me. Because this is new stuff we’re talking about here. Healthy & productive & fun. And ZERO drama, thank the Lord.
I started running. 2 minutes faster per first mile than normal. And I ran the second mile just as fast. And I didn’t realize it until almost 2 miles done that I was absolutely running the fear out of my body. By the time I got to our Starbucks, I started to feel calm. And strong. I heard Bad Moon Rising. I was getting texts from friends. And I kept running.
And it was one of those rare nights where I just felt like I could run forever.
I stopped at 6.17 miles. It was time to go home. And I was tired. Tired and spent.
But the anxiety? Gone. Yeah, running is and has always been my drug.
Happy Wednesday 🙂