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

Bonk…Bonk…

I really didn’t want to get up for my workout this morning…I wanted to sleep…but…after procrastinating for a few minutes…I got up and hit the gym…

I pretty much followed my usual routine…protein drink before leaving home…plenty of water during…with plans for more protein drink when I finished…

I gave it a lot of effort…increasing some of my baby rattler weights to toddler versions…but even so…I wasn’t expecting to hit the wall…AKA…bonk…about three quarters of the way into my work out…

Bertha…recognized the signs…she’s seen me do it on my bike…just run out of steam right in the middle of the workout…thankfully…although she can be tough…she isn’t one of those trainers who pushes until I’m throwing up or passing out…and…she recommended that I use what I had left to do one set of the remaining exercises…instead of two…so that I did work all my pieces parts…stretch a bit…and leave…

I followed her instructions and did just fine…

As I was sipping my protein drink on the short drive home…Bertha…did explain to me…that today’s workout…was a lot like my life…even on days when everything seems the same…they aren’t necessarily…what I could normally accomplish…or deal with…with ease…is just too much…pushes me over the edge…down the stairs…bonk…bonk…bonk…and…it’s just as important…to recognize the signs…and take a step back…prioritize…do what absolutely has to be done…let the rest go for another day…

Hmmm…I think she’s on to something…

Jane