Therapy Started

A friend told me recently he runs to de-stress.  Quite frankly I thought he was nuts!  The mere idea of running could send me into a panic attack.  Elevated heart rate, sweating, sour feeling in my stomach....and I'm still sitting on the couch.

...but because God enjoys screwing with me.....

Last Sunday I was all a muck.  I was trying to manage the slippery slopes of one of my many thought tangents.  They make a bowl of spaghetti look straight.  It wasn't pretty.  I didn't want to sit in a quiet home, so I decided the best idea was to get out.  Since I had downloaded a new app to help train to do a marathon, the timing seemed right.  (One might question why I would download this app when I have such an aversion to running.  I totally agree, but the answer is peer pressure.  I heard some girls at work mentioning it and well if they can do it, then I damn well can.....the app was downloaded. People, don't try to understand, just go with the flow.)

I soon realized after fifteen six minutes why running helps you sort out your life.  I was so consumed with these thoughts .....
  - I can't believe my life is going to end, while running.  That sucks! "How did she die?" "Running!" "Really??" 
  - I'm going to die in my yoga pants and sports bra, awesome.
  - I hope they don't put that on my tombstone.
  - I hope someone sues that new app I downloaded. 
  - How long will it take for someone to find me on this trail, because I am damn sure this is the LAST place people will think to look for me.

....that I had no time to ponder all the other stresses in my life!

Brilliant.

 

I think I'll run tomorrow.