I have been coping with several uber dramatic situations over the last couple of days - in fact, several times I have started to write about it here, and then decided not to, it wasn't gonna help and you and I haven't known eachother long enough to go into that sort of craziness.
It's funny because when I was a kid I would do ANYTHING to get out of gym class..just thinking about running laps around the gymnasium gave me a panic attack..I grew up lazy and uncoordinated and my parents weren't into sports of any kind..silly parents.
Fast forward to 2006 when I decided that I needed to change my life and be the creator of my own smiling face. I quit smoking after a 12 year pack and a half a day habit. Shortly thereafter I began walking - weird at first because the mechanics weren't something I was used to...and then one day I just started to RUN.
I have never looked back.
If for nothing else running is the time I figure out my shit. Feet to the pavement, feeling light and small in such a huge open world - gives clarity and perspective in a way that nothing else can.
3 cheers for running!!