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February 15, 2006
Moving On to the Bigger and Better
You know when you're feeling bad about something, and you feel that you are justified in feeling bad about this certain something, in reference to the trials and tribulations of your own life? As in, compared to the smooth, Cadillac ride of the rest of life, this choppy, safari Land Rover bumping feels a little off? But then, when you compare your own problems to the rest of the world and its problems, you feel as if your complaining is trivial and silly and you should just shut up?
Well, that's sort of how I felt about the whole mini-drama that is my life. Then, about 7 hours after I posted my blog entry about it, I worked an awful, horrible accident at work that provided me with the perspective I needed to buck up and move on. We are but vague, mortal creatures, living and breathing only temporarily, and the courses of our lives can change instantly. Perhaps things such as this current blip upon my horizon are briefly mourn-able, but not worth much more than that. There are Bigger and Better Things in life.
And so, life goes on. I've finally returned to running decently. It always feels so good to run, and I miss it when I don't do it, or much of it. Yesterday I ran 7.5 miles, perhaps half of it easy, half of it steady. I had planned to loosely run a few steady miles somewhere in the run. Total time out was 56:xx. Today 10 miles, all easy, but all hilly. The conditions were questionable. The temperature was hovreing around 4 degrees F. The roads were icy covered, with only a few bare patches. There was the minutest layer of new snow, a dry dusting that did nothing but make things even more slippery. And the wind, oh what a fierce wind!. I had a long mental list of which body parts were too cold by the time I got home. I went straight to the shower, but it hurt to put hot water on my body. Cleary, my usual winter entourage of clothing (I call it an entourage because it's close to a whole 'nother person worth of crap that I put on my body.) wasn't enough for today. It was uncomfortable, and my blue lips that just wouldn't return to their rightful color were a lasting sign. Total time out was 1:22:xx worth of dancing across the slippery stuff.
Posted by Meghan at February 15, 2006 8:10 PM
Comments
I know what you mean Meghan. When you work in a place where some bad things happen and other people's problems are MUCH worse than yours, it's hard to feel sorry for yourself. Not that you shouldn't ever feel bad, but it usually doesn't last long! Glad you are feeling a little better and the running is going well! :)
Posted by: Beth at February 17, 2006 9:11 AM
The only thing we can control is our own perspective. I'm glad to hear you are feeling better and running more. All good things.
Posted by: Christine at February 20, 2006 11:42 AM
yay! that's the meghan we like to hear. there's nothing like an accident to wake us from self pitty. i was running along saturday morning, doing a deathmarch and saw an suv sitting on it's roof on the side of the road in the snow. something like that really points out our frailty and just how quickly life can change.
enjoy the couple days you have off, and enjoy s's company while he's still around!
Posted by: jeff at February 22, 2006 9:27 AM