Got Stress?

Apparently I do...at least according to my hubs. I haven't been around this blog for some time now, but perhaps it is time to revisit the reasons behind why I actually started it in the first place.

I will admit that when the hubs asked me "have you thought about running again?" I was a little unhappy with the question. My first thought immediately went to "Why, do you think I'm fat?" but even before the words left my mouth, I already had my answer. No - he was not trying to subtly tell me that he thought I needed to get out and lose some weight, but infact he was pointing out a fact that I had debated previously. Running seemed to ease some type of stress for me.

It helped keep me centered, it helped me find patience when dealing with lifes up's and downs, it helped me ... find me when I was searching for something so desperately to hold on to. I found a race and I ran it and then I felt defeat because it was never really about the race. It was about finding something more and at the end of the race ... there was only a finish line.

I walked away and while I've found meaning in my life that has taken much of my time, along with this has come much stress. I admit the running I did was a high somedays and others I struggled thru my demons. Perhaps, I should take a step back into this world I gave up on so easily and find my stride once again.