running it out
When my son was young and in school and played sports, there were, of course, times when he got hurt. Hit by a baseball, a too-hard tackle.
Always, the coach’s response would end with this: “Run it out.”
And then there would be a little trot down the field and back, and it was over. The hurt was gone. Well okay, probably not gone, but we all understood that we should act as if it were. The message behind the phrase was: Get over it. Move on. Stay in the game.
My husband, being very good at sports, has perfected the art of running it out. He will get up and run ten miles without a second thought. Even if he hasn’t run in months. Even when it is 20 degrees outside and windy and he will come back looking like this:
He didn’t feel that icicle while he was running, didn’t realize it had grown down his face. He was focused on one thing: getting there.
Because the alternative is staying where you are, standing still and crying, giving up.
Or the only thing that would be worse: running in circles. Caught in the same cycle, over and over. Wallowing.
I tend to over-think things, especially emotions. When I am hurt, injured, off my game, physically or emotionally, I can get stuck there, circling around inside that negative place for far too long. Trapped.
I’m learning though, to run it out myself. Straight past whatever is bothering me. Through it to the other side.
A good run, at the very least, helps me shed all my stress. Oh, it will still be there when I am done, waiting at the finish line to grab my hand. But sometimes I walk right past it. Pretend it isn’t there.
Sometimes I forget all about it.
And that is enough to keep me moving.