My only goal today was to get in a run. Not surprisingly, that goal was not accomplished at 5:00 a.m. when my alarm went off and I hit the snooze button. My usual morning self has been MIA these past couple of weeks.
Then, it happened to be one of those days where I sat in the same spot from clock in to clock out working on the same project. I didn’t even move for lunch. My department has been working on a month(s) long project that has made it abundantly clear just how mean people can be when they’re hiding behind a Facebook profile.
As a result, I left the office physically and emotionally drained.
On the short drive home, I gave myself a quick pep talk, explaining just how much better I would feel after a nice jog around the block. But when I opened the door of my apartment, the long lost husband was home for a shower and snooze before returning to the mission project he’s been working on all week. An hour with him left me comfortable on the couch with no memory of my pep talk.
As soon as he walked out the door, I contemplated my next move. I could just lay here and stream the next episode of Pretty Little Liars OR I could lace up and get a run in before the sun goes down. Back and forth and back and forth until finally… in the wise words of Nike… I decided to “just do it.”
And I’m glad I did, because…
#1 God showed up. Just one look at that gorgeous view above and you can see the Creator was showing off one of His many masterpieces tonight. I could have taken picture after picture of my beautiful surroundings, but I was trying not to stop too many times during my run. I got to see a part of Memphis I’d never experienced, and for that I’m grateful.
#2 People were nice. From the neighborhood policeman telling me to keep up the good work to the sassy walker telling me she’d catch up with me in a minute to the sweet one-legged young man who said not to worry because excessive sweating is actually healthy, it seemed like everyone had something encouraging to say. It was a much-needed reminder that there are good people in this world.
#3 My body thanked me. I’m a stress-eater and today was no exception. The chocolate was calling my name all day, and I gave in. But instead of making me feel better, it just made me feel yucky. Real yucky. I’m a firm believer that you can’t exercise a bad diet, but sometimes increasing your heart rate can provide some temporary relief. Today was no exception, and my body thanked me with an average pace of 8:17 per mile.
If I could add another reason (but I can’t because I’m OCD like that), I would say because it led to this blog post. Sometimes the best thing for me is to process my feelings and my stress through the written word. Thanks for making this a safe place to do that.
How do you deal with stress?