I was undecided whether to do a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post or another Running Commentary, so I thought I’d just start typing and see what comes out.
I kind of impressed myself by running two days in a row, because I really did not intend to. I had a number of chores to attend to and no desire to attend to any of them. Just to bring up my mental woes as a slight change from my physical ones, I am fighting another bout of depression. My biggest symptom this time seems to be a huge case of Don’t Wanna Do Nothin’ (the double negative does not make a positive in this case). Actually, I’ve been wondering lately if my physical problems don’t stem from that. My body is obliging me with a nice bout of psychosomatics, giving me a marvelous excuse to, in fact, do nothing.
Be that as it may, I knew I must get some things done. I went to the grocery store. I did the dishes. I began to make my prompt book for Leading Ladies (we begin blocking rehearsals on Tuesday). I looked at the clock and realized I had time enough for a two hour nap before my husband would return home from work. Yes! Nap! Just what I needed. I forgot to mention that we have a murder mystery rehearsal at three. I had forgotten it myself until Steven reminded me.
Naturally I could not sleep. I’ve been having dreadful insomnia lately. It is not the least bit unusual for me to have insomnia, so I did not let it bother me unduly. As I gave up on the nap I remembered that I was also supposed to do laundry today. I gathered a load and threw it in the washer. Ah, the joy of having a washer and drier on the premises. While it washed I indulged in a check of Facebook and in reading several other blogs.
When Facebook got old and I got tired of reading blogs, I began to think about running. It was just after noon. I had plenty of time for the length of run I am currently up to. I decided to do it.
Then remembered the laundry. It was done by now, so I went down and put stuff in the drier, carefully pulling out stuff to hang on the bars upstairs. As I brought them upstairs, I decided I really wasn’t feeling all that well. I would not go running. I hung up the non-drier items. What would I do instead? Contemplating the other chores awaiting me, running started to sound a lot more pleasant.
So I went. It would be nice to report that I got a good dose of endorphins and felt terrific afterwards. That does happen sometimes. It did not happen this time. However, no run is without its rewards. If nothing else, one can feel satisfied that one ran at all. I worked on my ability to persevere and keep going despite it being not all that much fun. Of course, it’s never all Plod and Persevere. I had several moments of feeling Not Bad At All. And I hope I don’t have a reason to feel bad about this blog post. Happy Sunday, everyone.
Mohawk Valley Girl 