# 62 - Don't Like Walking

Actually I do like walking, but I've missed running the little route I've taken for 19 years.  As I've eased back into exercise, I've tried walking the route and it's not the same.  I feel restless and I know my brain doesn't kick in the same way It does when I trudge along, at my ridiculously slow running pace. 

So I ran for the first time this morning.   I woke up feeling rested and I knew I needed to get out and try.  Not only would I relieve stress and burn calories, I hoped my clearest thinking would kick in. In the past I've used my little 2.5 mile run, to plan my day,  or make up a stupid song, or solve a problem.  Today, I needed to plan my strategy for attacking my hair.  My slow run actually felt pretty good.  I did some good thinking... and I saw the sun rise in one direction and the full moon in the other! 

I got back to the house and gulped a glass of water with my feet in the pool.  I felt pretty darn proud of myself and my was brain was making up for lost time... going off on wild tangents.  "What should I do with all my hair?  No, a pillow would be gross. Maybe a bird or hamster would like it for nesting? Is chemo hair bad for animals? Should I put it in a little gift bag labeled R.I.P., before tossing?" After I cooled down and my brain stopped being silly, I showered.  Throwing away a nest-sized blob of hair made me happy with my decision.  By evening I will more than ready for my hair shaving event!