Yesterday I ran 10 miles.
Dare I say it, it was heavenly! With the shadow of the government shutdown hanging heavily over us, things around here have been pretty stressful lately. I haven’t been furloughed yet, but I was told that if the shutdown lasts another week, there won’t be any money to keep the library open. Stephen should get paid, but then again, he may not.
The money stuff sucks, but more frustrating for our family is the fact that WLC was cancelled. If you remember, Stephen had completed half of WLC back in February when Ben died. He was supposed to re-take the month-long course starting today, but we were told Friday night it wasn’t going to happen because of the shutdown. With block leave and then the deployment coming up, he’s running out of time to take it, and it’s one of those things he has to do. It’s just emotionally loaded for our family given the circumstances of why he had to pull out before.
With all those concerns doing laps in my mind for the last week, I knew I needed to get the stress out. I needed to run and I needed to run far. Lucky for me, my training plan called for double digits this weekend. I gladly obliged.
Geronimo and I ran around the neighborhood for a mile and a half. Then I dropped him off at home and got the remaining 8.5 on my own.
I ran and ran and ran.
I even ended up at the highway.
Then I ran and ran and ran some more.
I told my legs to move and let my brain shut off.
Somewhere along the way I let all the stress run right out of me.
Stephen went for a run of his own and afterwards we celebrated our exercise accomplishments by going out for brunch. The couple who brunches together, stays stress-free together, right? That’s our hope anyway.
Things are no more certain today than they were yesterday, but I feel better about letting it all just be.
Thanks, running, I needed that.