forgive the hyperbole, but the world is a much safer place because i run. whenever i’m unmotivated/feel like crap/want to throw things, all i have to do is put on my running clothes and i’m halfway to feeling better. then, once i’m hauling ass, i’ve pretty much quashed the urge to rage quit the world. the act of running is on my own steam, but i have to say that my running gear is what generally makes me feel all super-hero-y and prepared to face down the villain that is depression. running is my way of stomping all over its face with my size seven shoes.
yesterday, i decided to wear my running gear to work.
it made the commute easier to navigate. getting to work during rush hour fills me with mild anxiety, so i love being able to boogie up and down train platform steps without being slowed down by cumbersome strappy sandals and a giant purse. as a sweaty person, it also helps that i’m wearing sweat-appropriate clothes while sweating in the 80 degree heat of the subway stations.
my commute home was even more rad. i didn’t plan on it, but somehow i managed to run the longest distance i’ve ever run in one workout. my trusty legs carried me down the west side highway, across town, over the brooklyn bridge, through downtown brooklyn and over to crown heights. if you had caught a glimpse of me while i dashed down the home stretch that is my block, you would have seen the goofiest, unsuperhero-y looking expression on my face. i was finally home. i had kicked ass. i was happy.