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Tuesday, 4 June 2013

When running eases the pain - Day Four of #Juneathon

Sometimes running is like therapy. It makes everything better, if only for a moment.

I'm not really in the mood to write this post - I've had the most horrendous day in the world ever. It started with a phone call at 1:30am this morning from the emergency veterinary hospital to tell me that my cat had been hit by a car and was in a bad way. Obviously I got straight in the car and drove over to see her - it wasn't a pretty sight - my poor baby was broken.

The vet told me she might lose an eye and that there may be some other injuries but they wouldn't know until the morning so sent me on my way and told me if I hadn't heard anything by 7:30am to call them. When I saw I had a message from them at 7:05 my heart sank.

I had to go and say my goodbyes.

You know that uncontrollable, snivelling sobbing you used to do as a child? That's what I've been doing all day, sat at my desk trying to work. It's hard work alternating between various states of lump-in-throat and streaming tears/rubbing eyes whilst trying to get on with things.


Run it all out 


The only time today I've felt OK is during my lunch break, when I decided to go for a run. It was the best decision of the day - during that half hour I felt alright again. Even 'good', for a little bit. There were a few instances of me grimacing at people as I tried not to cry when Dobby crept into my mind, (kind of like that face when you try to stifle a yawn), but for the most part I knuckled down and got on with it.




It led me to think of the various reasons why I run these days.


It's not just to lose weight or be healthy, but sometimes just to keep sane.
It de-stresses me.
It relieves the tension inside me.
It gives me energy when I'm at my most tired.
It makes me feel OK again when my world crumbles around me.
It makes me happy.

And with a view like this, it's hard to still be upset:



I like to run alone because I like to think. It's Me Time. Time when I can unravel what's on my mind and try to make sense of things. Except today I ran to have a break from my brain. I didn't want to think about Dobby any more, I just wanted to run. So I did. And it worked. Until I sat back down at my desk again that is, but it worked for a little while at least.

It's refreshing to know that I've got something that can make it all better, if only for a few fleeting kilometres.

xx Dobby in the sky with diamonds. 4/6/13 xx
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3 comments:

  1. This is spot on... Also a little heart breaking too :( pets are family and I'm really sorry for your loss.

    ...Even more so as your cat was called Dobby and it reminds me of Dobby from Harry Potter and we all know what happened there. Seriously though, what a $hitty day that must have been and just try and get through it as best you can. x

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  2. Ah thanks David, I keep thinking I'm being melodramatic but I really was in love with her! We actually named her after Dobby in Harry Potter - we had Crookshanks first, but he got old and died too. :( Not having much luck with the HP-themed cats!

    Running/exercise really does help though. Tonight I'm booked onto a Core/Legs/Ass class, so will take my mind off stuff for a bit x

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