Joy here...Tuesday was a hating day. It was one of those days when I carried my feelings of anger and sadness around on my back like Quasimodo's hump weighing me down. If other days I can look out at the world through rose tinted glasses, then yesterday I looked out at the world through shit tinted ones. It was just one of those days. I've whinged enough on this blog about winter and how it brings along the winter blues, and so I won't waste my or your time by revisiting this topic.
The only remedy for my grouchy mood was to head out of doors and go for a run. Running always helps me to get through those crummy moods, and I always feel better after a run than before a run.
That is, of course, when I'm not running through snow and ice. And add to the piles of snow and ice, some icy puddles where some snow has melted, and you'll start to get a picture of the winter gauntlet that I ran. Only about 5 minutes into the run, and already I had experienced what Canadians like to refer to as "a booter," basically when you've stepped into snow or water so deep that it comes to the top of your boot and overflows into your foot. So, of course, after a few icy booters in my running shoes, my feet were soggy and frozen, but I still had to keep on running. By the end of the run, as well, those parts that had melted enough to be slushy became sheer ice. 
Here are my run stats for my hating day:
Ran for a total of 58:53:51 for a distance of 9.09km with an average pace of 6:29min/km.
All in all even though my run helped to ameliorate some of my hating day feelings, it took all my willpower to last for an hour, even though I had hoped to run for an hour and a half or longer. But in the end, I think that the only thing that will truly lift these feelings from my back will be the lifting of winter...any day now...please...spring, can you hear me?
Over and out,
Joy
No comments:
Post a Comment