“Worrying is carrying tomorrow’s load with today’s strength- carrying two days at once. It is moving into tomorrow ahead of time. Worrying doesn’t empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength.”
― Corrie ten Boom

I have a love-hate relationship with some things. Mt. Dew. My house in Utah. Facebook. Myself.

Mostly the latter.

And it is always profoundly amplified (the hate part especially) when I’m coming off of a big event or presentation or something that has taken me outside of my comfort zone or reach beyond myself. Beyond what I see as my station in life.

I know it’s a good thing for me to do these things. Have no doubt, I’m darn good; in the moment. But when the moment is over I just over-analyse everything EVERYTHING. Did I say that wrong? What did they really think? What should I have done better? Did I have a bugger in my nose? Was my hair okay? Did I project professionalism? Did I leave a good impression? I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t think so!

After today’s presentation I decided I would avoid this post-experience analysis by doing another interval run. It’s easier to drown out negative thoughts when all you hear is your feet on the dirt mingling with heavy breathing and a racing pulse. It worked and I felt better immediately. I think I’m going to make it a regular practice of mine. This could be easily accomplished by riding Charlie to all of these events, right? Hmmm. Good idea.

Today’s heart-thumping, breath-taking, dirt-stomping session was held upon the open fields of the Secret Stash; which was so secret today that it was my private playground. Just how I like it.