Racing, busy, drive here, drive there, pick up the phone, sort out issues, write emails, text messages, smile, be interested, throw down lunch as fast as possible, no time for coffee, introduce people, write assessments, plan, race home, get the washing in, that was a waste of time, put washing in dryer, oh no it’s raining still, the wind is wild, fold the washing, get the wood in, feed the cats, what’s for dinner?
I need to run.
But it’s raining, wild, windy, rough.
Put on running clothes. I’m going anyway.
But Sweetheart it’s way too rough, Pauly says. But I NEED to run, I really do, I need to run, I reply.
It’s way too wet and muddy to run on the farm so Pauly and I head to Deloraine. Pauly isn’t running tonight. He drops me off and I run for a km to the base of my favourite hill.
Up and down I go. Sprinting up, plodding down. Up and down, up and down.
It’s dark. I hear the rush of the Meander River at the base of the hill. I smell acrid smoke from the wood fires in the homes nearby. I keep on running up and down.
With each up I start to feel a little better. It’s cold and windy, but I’m getting warm running. The worries start to fade. Breathing in and breathing out. Darkness. Only me, the hill and running steps. The problems of the day slot into big picture perspective and don’t seem half as bad.
Whatever would I do without running?
Happy running 🙂
PS My wonderful husband drove me in for the run and sat at the pub having a coffee waiting for me to finish, then bought me a glass of wine. A tough day but a wonderful end.