whenever things feel heavy, i like to get outside. a run, a walk, a hike, even sitting on the porch and watching the world go by if that’s all i can get. fresh air and a little physical exertion always help me clear my thoughts and gather myself.
and man was this weekend heavy. i always do my “long” runs [distance is relative] on sundays, and i alternate between the river and overton park. this weekend i needed the cool breeze and the calm of the water to parse through all my thoughts and feelings.
that river has been a constant in my life through a lot. through childhood, through college, through adulthood. no matter where i’ve wandered, it is always there waiting for me when i come back. i’ve spent countless hours attending festivals, watching fireworks shows, having picnics, going for walks and runs, and enjoying sunsets along its banks.
regardless of where i go next, i appreciate knowing that the river will always be waiting for my return.