Running does amazing things for me. After a run, I am jubilant. I bounce around getting things done, and stress rolls off me like H20 off the aft of a mallard. I even write happier blog posts. 🙂
But sometimes, like once a month, I’m just down. Down, down, down. I can’t pinpoint what’s making me feel this way, and I can never remember that this happens every month. Last night, I had one of these episodes. I cried and complained about little things.
Afterward, I saw a picture of a former co-worker holding his dangerously premature newborn with tubes hooked up to her face. It reminded me of another friend (incidentally, she also worked with us) who had her daughter dangerously early. She’s a healthy little girl now. I prayed for my co-worker’s infant. I clicked over to the news and saw pictures of New Zealand.
And I got over myself.
I hope that, tonight, if I’m feeling down again, that I can remember life’s too short and precious to cry over sweat the small stuff. Or maybe I just need to sweat all of it out on the treadmill…just in case.
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I definitely have my rose-colored glasses on after most runs. Really wish I could bottle that feeling!
freaking love this post.Awesome.
i feel like this a LOT too. sometimes even working out doesnt help me. i just give myself a little extra time to pout, then try to make myself get over it. its hard though. i totally get what you are saying!
I happen to be feeling the sameway the last few days and your right, I need to snap out of it and move on. Of course, I had missed running the last 2 days so that certainly didnt help because like you, running makes me feel SO MUCH BETTER!!! I need to keep in mind also that my second child was a preemie, and thankfully, doing great. I remind myself often of how different things could have gone, and am so thankful for my babies. I am blessed and I need to do a better job of remembering that, especially on my down days.
Isn't perspective amazing. I think you are right in bottling up those endorphins…or maybe even an inhaler! 🙂
I appreciate the reminder. I need a bracelet that reminds when I wallowing so deep I can't remember that perspective is key in achieving true happiness.
needed this post today. you. are. fabulous. 🙂
Thanks for the support. Don't know what I'd do if I couldn't “get it out.” And it's great to have commiseration. 🙂
Yeah – Chch is a real reminder of how good life is, such a tragedy 🙁
I think we all get that way from time to time. Sometimes there's a reason, sometimes there isn't. I don't know if you've been reading my blog long enough to know this, but my daughter was extremely premature, what they call a micro-preemie. She was born at 23 weeks gestation and weighed 14 ounces (there is a picture of her at about a week old on my blog http://thisstopwilloughby.blogspot.com/2009/11/special-gift.html ). Thinking back to the six months that she was in the hospital definitely puts things in perspective for me!
Yep, it is hard to keep perspective but I say you gotta let it out. I'm a crier. Not gonna lie. But if I didn't run like I do I think I'd be a basket case. =)
Well said … and done.Winks & Smiles,Wifey