It was my hip again.
Two miles into the run and I was frustrated.
I should have just stopped and called it a morning, but I needed to sweat out the toxins, the stress, and work through my general malaise.
I don't know if my state of mind was attributed to exhaustion with the kids, anxiety over my upcoming half marathon race, anticipation of my in-laws holiday visit and the craziness of the house, or just in general, a need to be alone away from the responsibility of it all.
Do you ever feel like that? Where your body, mind, and soul simultaneously belt out a resounding, "Fuck it," to the world? And you know that in an ideal time and place, you'd be on a beach in Mexico holding something with an umbrella completely and utterly alone.
No cell phone. No deadlines. No upcoming project concerns. No grocery shopping. No dinner to attend to. Absolutely 100% obligatory action free.
That state feels like a slice of Heaven.
A place where you're able to think, decompress, do away with the shit that just doesn't matter. It's remote, isolated, simple, and hand crafted just for you.
And it's also a place where you don't feel guilty about being there. You're not worried about being unreachable, non-participatory, or unengaged.
It's a spot where your batteries are recharged, your mind is cleared, your body is rejuvenated, and you're ready to come back to the demands of life with a smile on your face.
That's where I want to go.