In the past, when stressed, I would have retreated. I would have retreated, grabbed a bag of Lay’s and maybe even gotten on the phone with my cousin for a long-winded rant.
I can feel it in my stomach, I can see it in my eyes and I can sense it when I wake – there it waits, starting at me like the relative you’d rather not see at Christmastime.
This time, I didn’t retreat. I rocked. As in rocked it out on my treadmill. That’s right, peeps, last night I hit a new milestone – a 20 min run. 5 weeks ago this 49-year-old Grandmother couldn’t run 90 seconds; last night I ran almost 2 miles. Huffing and puffing, sweating and soldiering, I ran.
I ran through my anxiety, my fears, my stress and my sadness. I ran and I ran and I ran and when I was done, I felt better. Clearer. Nothing was solved, for that’s beyond my control, but what was better was …me.
Worrying is like sitting in a rocking chair; it gives you something to do but it doesn’t get you anywhere. – Anonymous
How do you cope with the stresses in your life? Have you found new methods of managing it?