Running is my therapy. Some people meditate, some people paint, some people seek counseling. I run. It burns off stress, helps me work through problems, and clears my head like nothing else can. I need it to be a happy, healthy and functioning member of society. Yes, I do it for me but also for you so you don’t have to deal with me in a miserable state.
This week I needed running more than ever. Work had a number of stressful deadlines. My schedule was so packed that I averaged 4 hours of sleep per night. Then, yesterday as things were finally calming down I got a call from my landlord that my apartment had water damage from a unidentified leak. I couldn’t catch a break.
By the time that 4:30 p.m. rolled around yesterday, I was desperate to get some miles in so I put on my running shoes and headed to the Venetian. I didn’t have a lot of time to run but I made every mile count, running faster than normal. I completed four miles at an 8:49 min/mi average with perfect negative splits. Although I probably had enough adrenaline to run a whole marathon, those four miles vastly improved my mood and my mindset.
Today I am waking up a completely different woman, the woes of the week mere memories pounded into the pavement. Any lingering bad ju-ju will be burned this morning on a run with Dario, our first together since we signed up for the Paris Marathon. Per usual a debrief will follow. In the interim, I leave you with the details of yesterday’s therapy session.
Playlist: My “Guadalajara Half Marathon” playlist on Spotify (I recently added new songs, including “Alive (Radio Edit)” by Dirty South and “Sunlight” by The Magician, which I repeated back and forth for most of this run.)