Some days I feel like a break-dancer. Things move fast, I’m zipping around in circles and it feels like my head is spinning.

Except if I actually try to spin around on my head while kicking my legs up in the air to get the momentum going, I’d break something.
Like a lamp, or a vase. Or my neck.

Today my life felt like a big long break dance in my mind. I needed to clear out the spin, or tomorrow would feel the same way.
I knew I needed to go for a run, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to crawl back into bed and stare at the ceiling. Then take a long hot shower and talk to myself as the water ran over my head so I can work out all the spinning puzzle pieces, and make them fit back into the smooth, easy picture I want.
But I’m smart. I know staring at ceilings and talking to myself only works for so long. Eventually, I have to let nature take it’s course and force my body to move around and let some endorphins out of their hiding places. They fight the stress chemicals.
Running is my version of releasing the hounds.
So today I tricked myself into running. I reminded myself I have some good songs on my iPod Shuffle, and it was actually charged up and ready to go. I also said I could just run for a bit, and walk the rest of the way if I wanted.
I believed myself (why wouldn’t I?) put n my headphones, turned the music up, and took off.
Mick Jagger, Beyonce, and Gwen Stefani got me going, and the Indigo Girls, Kate Bush and Madonna kept me pounding the pavement. I skipped Michael Jackson, I wasn’t in the mood for him today.
It worked. I ran about 3.5 miles. I feel better and my brain is clear. I’ll have to think of another trick tomorrow.