In the past, my prescription for stress has been many things, but that list never included exercise. And yet lately, whenever I am dealing with something particularly stressing--especially these pass few days--my first thought is to go to the track and run. Not the refrigerator, not the liquor store. The track. It is increasingly becoming my angry place. This is one silver lining for me, especially since my chances of going to the Run for Your Lives 5K are disappearing even though I've already registered, and that reality is beyond disappointing.
It looks like the rest of this month is going to be dealt with at the track.
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