Stress-relief running
Sometimes we don’t run because of a training schedule or calorie burn, but because the mind requires it. Today’s run was certainly scheduled, but I would have dragged myself out even if it had been a rest day. It’s our last day in the US, the last day in our house here, which is full of boxes and suitcases. The car is sold, the house is sold, and we have plane tickets, but the light at the end of the tunnel is not very bright: COVID cases in Texas are at an alarming all-time high, and we have a long trip with two layovers before us. The excitement for my new job has moved to the background of my brain, and right now I am simply freaking out about having to move during a pandemic. And it is in moments like these, when I just want to roll up into a ball in a corner, that running becomes my anchor. I was really tired this morning when I went out, and I hit a wall at just 3 km. For a moment I thought I would not get past 5 km, but the intercontinental-pandemic-move-stress kick...