Running Restores

On Sunday morning I met a couple of really good friends for a run.  Our run was easy, laid-back, casual… we didn’t have a planned route.  If we saw a place we wanted to explore, we turned and ran there.  We ran through a lovely little park and found some beautiful places with luscious green grass.  (Which is probably totally irresponsible in the water-starved desert, but man does it make a difference in visual aesthetics AND temperature…)

I typically do my long runs on Saturday, which also means I end up running by myself a lot.  I don’t mind, I really enjoy running alone as well.  At those moments I can zone out with either music, or an audiobook or just my own rambling thoughts, giving myself ME time.  But this week on Saturday I had to deal with taking my car in for regular service, I was playing the role of “doting wife” for my sick husband (which meant washing about 8000 loads of laundry from all of his business travel he’s been doing lately) and other home-based chores.  Fitting in a long run was starting to cause me a little anxiety.  Once I calmed down and realized I could push the run back a day (DUH!), I felt a lot more centered.

I actually started to feel down, sad and in a funk on Saturday.  I often get lonely since I telecommute and when that sets in, it really messes with my head.  Since I was alone all week and then my husband was kind of zoned out in front of football, my loneliness continued.  Running with friends on Sunday was exactly what I needed.  Getting up early to run and grab bagels with my friends had the power to make me feel more alive and connected.

So thank you Molly and Jimmy… for being such good friends to me!

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