Need I say more?

As convenient and consistent as treadmills are and as many miles as I have spent on them, I really prefer to run on the road. I definitely prefer a trail to a treadmill – as long as its cold enough for all the bugs to be asleep and also not raining. But it has been raining – for the last 324098 days or so – and Saturday was no exception, so I decided to catch up on some TV. And by TV I mean Netflix.

I was an episode away from finishing season two of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel so that seemed like the place to start. That carried me for a few miles and into a short spell of sadness when I realized there is no season three yet. I wasn’t prepared for that. After I recovered from the news, I turned to season three of Travellers. I had forgotten all about this time-travel-AI-mageddon-save-the-world … uh… sci-fi action drama romance (??) until season three dropped. Needless to say I could not resist.

Spoiler: A drunk teenager broke into the script writers room and typed “halt and catch fire” all over the walls.

The Run

I have no idea how to make this interesting. I ran in the same place for over two hours while staring at my phone (my iPads are so old that Netflix will not work on them anymore). The monotony aside I was excited to be running in some new shoes but as it turns out they were a half size too small and my freakishly long toes got a little banged up. Oops. Fortunately for me I was able to exchange the pretty cool blue size 11.5 for a pair of OHMYGODTHISISBLUE size 12 without any hassle. ARS is cool like that. If you live in the Annapolis area, definitely check them out.

Not the run

My depression has been improving, literally since the moments I wrote about it a few weeks ago (even though I failed to use the word “depression”), so I’ve been working out more during the week. The three day refresh really helped reset my approach to food which dramatically helped my mood and outlook. I’m sleeping better and just generally more productive and able to follow through on thoughts like…

• Me: “You should eat”.
• Also Me: Actually eats.

This was definitely a week I would have skipped was it not for the fact that I advertised my desire to run 13.1 miles every week this year but between the commitment and the upswing in mood (and plenty of unwatched TV) I was able to choose to follow through. Not everyone gets to do what they want. I’m lucky. It’s a privilege to run – to have access to a treadmill, to have access to entertainment, to be able to trade in shoes that don’t fit even though it was my fault, to be well enough, not injured. This list of things in my favor goes on and on. I am grateful for all of it. I figure the best way to show gratitude for all of it is to run.

Next Week: Threading the needle. Can I run 13.1 miles on a plane?