Notes
It seems every run this week has been a confrontation with despair. I feel so low. And what am I about to say is, of course, going to sound corny (for the lack of a better word), but I think it is true. Ask yourself in your darkest moment: would you wish to be someone else? I have been confronted time and time again with the same answer: a resounding no. I may want to have this or that skill, or be in some different place or another; but I cannot wish away what makes me, me. I affirm myself, and that means I affirm everything that has made me who I am. I have been to that place before, especially of late, but this time it just made me laugh. I was a little more than three miles in, and I felt horrible, like I was pure shit. I was deep down a dark hole in my mind. But then a car passed me and dog-whistled me. I was so taken aback that I couldn't help but laugh at myself. How stupid was I being! How much a little laughter, a little good-spiritedness, can do for you.