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Diagnosed with depression 16 years ago, I lost the life I once knew, but in the process re-created a better me. I am alive and functional today because of my dog, my treatment team, my sobriety, and my willingness to re-create myself within the confines of this illness. I hate the illness, but I'm grateful for the person I've become and the opportunities I've seized because of it. I hope writing a depression blog will reduce stigma and improve the understanding and treatment of people with mental illness. All original content copyright to me: etta. Enjoy your visit!

Thursday, March 19, 2009

it was one of those runs...

It was a cold, sunny day today. I got up early but couldn't get out the door for over 3 hours. After watching SportsCenter 3 times in a row, I finally had the moment I was waiting for--that magical window of energetic readiness. I ran to the bedroom and donned the requisite gear. Again, it was the tights that brought Puck to his feet. We slogged through the first mile of a loosely planned 5-6 miler in the colder-than-anticipated air. It felt like a long day was in store.

Actually, the mileage lengthened, while the run shortened. The magical energy must have returned, for I realized I was running comfortably at a quicker than normal pace. Eight miles later, Puck was lagging behind while I was finishing up with my fastest mile of the day. It was one of those runs.

It must have been the beautiful steak I was served last night. It could have resulted from the speedwork I've done the past three weeks. Whatever the reason, it was one of those easy days when everything clicked. It was one of those runs. Nice.

Now, if only my mood would get easy, too. Oh well, we can't have everything can we?

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