I Just Felt Like Running

... Even if you'd never get old or even get fat; And your dog could take itself out; And everyone loved you; And you always slept well; And you never got sad; And all your teachers all thought you were a genius; And no one ever broke up with you; And every scholarship was a full scholarship; And the world wasn't a mess; And your body looked good all on its own; And every day in every way; You felt like you just wanted to feel...
YOU'D STILL RUN.

We are packing up the car today.  The movers come tomorrow.  All too quickly, we are leaving this beautiful place I've called home for the last nine years. While this move is a great and exciting opportunity for us, leaving is still a little sad.

So I ran.  I ran hard, until the only sound I could hear was the blood pounding my ears; until the only thing I could feel was the sweat running down my shins; until my whole world was reduced to the pounding of my feet on pavement, the crash of the surf next to me.  I ran fast, so fast that all the little stressors and the anxious voices in my head just couldn't keep up.  I ran to the ocean, to the salty air coming off the water with each wave.  I ran...and with each step, that knot in my chest unfurled just a little, and allowed me to breathe again, to breathe deeply.  I ran, and all was right.

Moving might stressful for a while still, but I'm not worried.  The pavement's not going anywhere.