So much negativity lately. A torn hip labrum that put me off the running map for 2 weeks is giving me a heavy heart.
Bring on the cold weather and the ticking time limit on my days of running outside, and it's almost torture.
Fall is my 2nd favourite season, but I dread this time each year because it means one thing: winter is on its way. I appreciate all seasons, but the darkness of winter gets me every year. I go to class in the morning and it's pitch black, and return from class in the evening with the same gloomy view. So much darkness isn't good for the mind.
The thought of turning 23 on Friday is bumming me out, for the mere fact that I'm wondering where the 7 years went from the time I was 16. It's crazy.
Crazy to think how much I've changed...and how much I haven't.
To beat the blues, it's time to acknowledge the little things that count. What makes my day, each time:
(*) That first sip of piping hot coffee in the morning.
(*) A heated blanket.
(*) Sour candy.
(*) A nice-smelling boy.
(*) A big, comfy sweatshirt.
(*) A banana split. With exta chopped nuts.
(*) A huge swig of ice cold Gatorade after a tough workout.
(*) Running as fast as you can for 100 feet.
(*) Warm rain.
(*) Being barefoot.
(*) Running barefoot.
(*) Oozing into consciousness without an alarm.
(*) Gooey pizza eaten straight from the box.
(*) Steaming coffee served in dark mugs.
(*) A pumpkin spice latte, with whipped cream, from Starbucks.
(*) Fun socks.
(*) The smell of coconut.
(*) Flip-flops.
(*) Ice cold beer.
(*) Big, dangly earrings.
(*) Driving standard.
(*) Thunderstorms.
(*) Salty ocean air.
(*) Warm muffins with butter.
(*) Staying in bed all day.
(*) The smell of fabric softener on clothes.
(*) The post-race meal.
(*) Worn-in, muddy cross-country spikes.
(*) Smores.
(*) A morning stretch and back crack.
(*) Hugs.
(*) Nothing but open road and a tankful of gas.
