Fine. So I had to finally admit that maybe jogging while having a stent isn’t you know…the best option ever. Thus today, I went to the gym and hit the elliptical machine, reminding myself that an ellipsis in running* is totally not a bad thing, especially when jogging makes my urine resemble fruit punch and the left side of my body want to leap out of me and into a hot bath for the rest of its earthly existence.
And funny enough, hitting the YMCA was perhaps the best thing I could do for my head as well as my body. See, I have a few issues of O Magazine to get through, and while on the elliptical I opened up her newest to find an article by Martha Beck called Surviving a Rough Patch. It sort of felt like Ms. Beck had heard about the start of 2013 for me and decided to write a piece that didn’t just speak to my life, but sang to it. Her main point:
“I don’t know why catastrophes sometimes come in clusters. But experience and observation have convinced me that these patches of awfulness may be purposeful and, in the end, benevolent. If you’ve had a run of horrible luck, you can tell yourself you’re being tortured or punished. Or you can decide you’re being steered.”
Whoop, there it is.
Change my thinking. My friend Angie actually said pretty much this same thing to me yesterday over g-chat, that maybe all this is a wake up call/excuse to slow down a little, live more purposefully, not make hasty decisions about anything and to really figure out what I want from life. Or maybe it’s a time to learn more about being stronger, better, and moderation, or doing without something I love (but come on, haven’t I been through enough breakups in the last year? I don’t want to break up with running, too!).
Right back to Martha Beck:
This isn’t punishment. It’s enlightenment dressed as chaos.
Okay enlightenment. I’m listening.
* An ellipsis on running…I can do this, right? (Minus that whole I just made a jogging date for later this afternoon with a new friend because God forbid I not make a new friend due to this darn stent.)