As things continue to deteriorate around me, I find I need to run. Not that it helps me deal with the crumbling situation, but it's an outlet. I usually come back angrier than I left, because running gives me time to think, and when I think about what's happening, I get angry because I'm so powerless to do anything about it. Tonight was a perfect metaphor -- 5.6 miles in the cold rain. Cold when I left, steaming when I got back. |