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

Finding My Pace…

I was talking to my daughter yesterday…and…the conversation drifted to her training for an upcoming half marathon…she’d been on a run the evening before with a group…and another one that morning…her mile per minute times for the two runs was fairly different…even though the morning run was longer…her times were better…

The interesting thing about this…is that…she attributed the slower pace on the shorter run…to starting out pacing with a faster runner…then…beginning to cramp…having to walk…and…then…having difficulty finding her natural pace again…the second day…she started and finished…following her natural pace…

This reminded me of something…Mama…has always said…start out…like…you can hold out…now…although…this is excellent advice for athletes…Mama…like Bertha…was relating it to my life…

Her advice…was given for relationships…you know…that honeymoon period…when you want to do everything for your…honey…spend every waking minute with him…wait on him hand and foot…do you really want to do that for the rest of your life…because…that’s what he’s gonna expect…

I should have listened to her…instead…I fell down that well more than a few times…but…I digress…

Really…it applies to everything…from volunteering…to parenting…to the workplace…to socializing…to spending money…to helping children…to dieting…and…I guess…even to social media…writing…marketing…

There really isn’t anything…that I can think of…that it doesn’t apply to…

Bertha…loves to be in the company of…Mama…when it comes to imparting…wisdom…and…telling me how to live my life…in fact…I can already…tell…that she is planning how to use that phrase…in an upcoming story…

Hmmm…I wonder what she’ll have me over doing…just to prove her point…geez…

Jane