So I didn’t go to yoga. I needed to run. These last couple of weeks I’ve had a bit of Gregoryitis. I miss my husband. Just once it would be nice to have more than twelve minutes a day with him. Maybe even have dinner together, watch a movie, go for a walk, talk. You can see what type of mood I am in and ninety minutes of someone telling me that ‘this is today’s journey, just embrace it’ while I’m desperately trying to reach behind me and grab my left heel with my right elbow just wasn’t going to cut it.
And so I ran...terribly. Butch our thirteen-year-old dog could have done a better job. But you know, with running and me, that’s just not the point. Sure it wasn’t a run to be proud of, but it did clear my head, I wrote the start and middle of two new stories and had an imaginary conversation with my husband on our perfect night out. This is why I run. And this is why nothing else will suffice. Dancing is glorious and it makes me feel free, swimming is methodical and fun for a change, walking is for old people and yoga for those who’s zen is far easier to locate than mine. But running, running eases my soul.
And now I can go to teaching without taking my gregoryitis out on my students. And that, is a good thing to be sure.