I have developed a strange new coping mechanism.
When bad things happen, I got to MIT.
A few months ago when Aunt Martha died, I went to MIT as soon as I got off the phone with my dad.
Yesterday, I had an injured-ish hip and was having what appears to have been a miscarriage causing extreme fatigue and I went to MIT. Does this mean bad things happen on MIT day? I’m starting to think we are mildly cursed.
ANYWAYS, that’s all neither here nor there, but something in the last few months has completely changed in my crazy little head. I now cope by running.
My old coping mechanism was screaming, crying, lashing out, and one time a bottle of pills. I was also a fan of drinking it off, which only ever made everything worse because I was still depressed and I had a hangover. Alcohol did not and never will be able to solve my problems. Unless my problem is my face isn’t purple enough.
If someone had told me a year ago that I would have been able to go off antidepressants for 9 months and not lose my mind I would never have believed them. The thing is, running for me has been a total lifestyle change. I sleep 8 hours (need to get up at 5 to get my run in), I eat vegetables (need some fuel), and I exercise consistently (duh). And, honestly, hanging out with my running friends makes me laugh. A lot. And everyone says laughter is the best medicine, right?
Anywhoodle, yesterday was 11 miles of pure torture. I was tired and terrified of hurting myself, but I did it and I actually felt a lot better than normal afterward (probably the giant dose of Aleeve). Julie finished first, so she kept running for an extra 0.05 with me and then we both did another 0.05 with Jenn(iffer) so she could finish. The best part was waiting at the top of the hill for Keri (who does not have a Garmin, so I think she was counting on us to tell her when to finish) and getting to cheer and holler for her. Being a cheerleader is fun. Seriously, next time you finish before someone else, go cheer them on. You’ll love it, I promise!
The hip felt good yesterday (I left it taped and iced like a fiend). Today, I’m incredibly stiff in my everything, but especially my blasted left IT band. Stretching and foam rolling will commence this afternoon after we go buy me some new pants. That’s right, it’s new pants time! My old ones are falling off and sprouting a crotch hole (crotch holes are evil!), so I gotta buy some jeans, presumably a size smaller. Thanks, Synthroid!
Chester is still living in my garage and we just de-ticked him (what the heck is it with me and friggin ticks!?). He’s lovely and the fact that we have possibly found him a foster home really upset me. I kind of assumed we’d have to keep him, although we really don’t have room for him. Still, he loves to rub his head all over my legs and arms when I’m stretching.
So tell me, dear readers, how do you cope with life? What did you do this weekend? More importantly, would you run dressed like that guy up there?