Today wasn't awful. In fact, it was pretty good. That's not to say there weren't a few annoyances and frustrations. The same goes for everyday, I suppose.
Today I handled them differently than usual though.
I ran them away.
I got on a treadmill with all those little frustrations and concerns in my heart and ran until I couldn't think of them. I hate running. It just hurts. This time, it felt good. It helped me gain some new perspective. Sometimes I get hooked on something and can't stop thinking about it until it evolves into something huge, way out of proportion. When I ran, they were put back in their rightful place.
Now don't get me wrong, my running is pathetic. I only ran a mile and then almost died from pains in my sides and lack of oxygen to my poor, heaving lungs. But I ran no less. When I stepped off that treadmill my problems, which had seemed so significant and irritating, were nothing.
Who said running from your problems doesn't help? ;)
