Runaway…

For as long as I can remember…when things got stressful…I wanted to run away from home…

As a preschooler…that meant…running away to…Aunt Lizzie’s house…she lived about a quarter mile up the dirt road from us…I never made it all the way…there was a small tree about halfway…it was there that I would stop to rest…and…Mama…would retrieve me…with a spanking and a hug…and…a grave promise from me…not to do that again…

Of course…I lied…

I can remember…lying in bed…as a teenager…experiencing…all the angst…that a hormonal girl can feel…and…wanting to hop in my 1959 VW Beetle…and hit the road…fortunately…I never did that…but…the longing was always there…

During my divorce…from my once husband…the need to flee…became great…and…I did…I ran away from home…well…not really…people knew where I was…my kids were taken care of…but…I did take a long weekend to St. Simmons Island…and…it felt like…running away

Years later…going through a particularly stressful time at work…getting ready for a JCAHO survey…and…some personal issues…I wanted to…BOLT…but…it was a time…that I had…neither…time…nor…money…to do so…

Just before all sanity left me…a little voice…yes…I’m sure it was…Bertha…even though I didn’t know her at the time…said…why not run to Sipsey…

Sipsey…of course…the Bankhead National Forest…and…Sipsey Wilderness…are minutes from my house…I’ve been going there…since I was a toddler…

I donned all my winter garments…including a pair of oversized bright orange coveralls…and…hit the trails…I remember…the freedom…and release…I felt that day…it was the perfect escape…

And…just in case…I needed any confirmation…I found my name…carved…in stone…on a huge rock…jutting out into the water…the perfect spot…for contemplation…

Bertha…says…that…there’s nothing wrong with my need to…run away…that…it is actually a good thing…to give myself the space I need…to recharge…to sort things out…when things get stressful…

She just reminds me…to be selective in how I do it…to choose ways…that actually…recharge me…rather…than adding more stress to my life…

And…Sipsey…still fits that bill…to a tee…

Jane

Bertha Let the Dogs Out…

I know I’ve blogged about…bikes…and…dogs…before…they just don’t mix…at least…not when you’re the one…pedaling the bike…in fact…a canine welcoming party…is rarely…a…welcoming…sight…

When I first started riding…my tendency was…to pedal as quickly as I could when I saw a dog…what I found was…the faster I pedaled…the faster they ran…and…the more they…snaked around my bike…putting me in danger of a crash…

One day…Bertha…decided to ride sidecar with me…just as I started to speed up…at the sight of a dog ahead…she said…

Slow down

Huh…

So…she repeated…slow down

She went on to explain…the dogs were playing a game…like chasing a car…they don’t chase cars that are sitting still…they only chase them when they are moving…and…it’s the same with a cyclist…the faster they ride…the more of a challenge it is for the dog…

Well…I tried it…I slowed down…it helped that the dog didn’t look vicious…just interested…and…sure enough…it greeted me…trotted along for a few feet…then went on about its business…

I’ve tried it numerous times since then…always with the same results…

Bertha…was pleased that I took her advice…but…of course she said…it reminded her of my life…

That’s right…she says it’s the same concept as…when I try to outrun problems…they just seem to run all the faster to catch up with me…and often…take me out…in the process…

But…when…I slow down…take my time…think things through…allow them to…run their course…they usually do…

Hmmm…

I think she’s on to something…

Jane