At the BlogHer ’14 Closing Party last Saturday night, I was in the front row when Rev Run from Run-D.M.C. took the stage. Sure, I’m white with size 11 feet which make it impossible to dance without tripping over myself and it’s true that the front row should have probably been reserved for attendees and not employees, but I also know that life is short and opportunities to be sweat upon by one of the pioneers of rap don’t happen very often. If at all.
I also laid down on the floor in the middle of the Expo Hall with a dog from Pets Add Life. You know why? Because pets add life. I don’t have a picture of the dog because two days later I had to FEVERISHLY delete pictures and video from my phone to make room for pictures and video of Justin Timberlake. As my friend Melisa says, “I see where your priorities are.”
Objects are closer than they appear.
So close, yet so far.
What?
In the last week, I sipped sangria under the setting sun and the Santa Cruz mountains, took a road-trip with my daughter, spent time with wonderful friends and inspirational writers, and took a beautiful walk with my son. I also drank a Sonic slush with Nerds in it. Hashtag, livin’ large.
I also had a pretty rough, emotional breakdown.
Yesterday my Zoloft was all, “I don’t THINK so” and I spent a good portion of the day crying and wishing I could crawl into bed and wake up to find all my problems solved. Luckily, I have children who kind of still need me to take them places, a puppy who is relentless about needing to pee, and work deadlines that kept me from lying in a horizontal position all day.
I also have a husband who, despite his own frustrations, called me and told me to meet him at the gym and a trainer who would not take no for an answer. Those two guys, and a whole lot of free-weights, pulled me from the depths. I showed up at the gym a swollen, red, splotch-faced mess, but I haven’t shed a tear since my first set of exercises last night.
There were times yesterday when I felt like I couldn’t put one foot in front of the other, but I did. Lunge-style. I can’t tell you how my mind and body are connected, but they most definitely are.
What I can tell you is that this living life to the fullest thing? It’s exhausting. I don’t know who would imagine that physically exhausting yourself MORE is the answer, but for me it is.
Now I know the next time I feel that down, all I need to do is get up. I’m not saying that it’s easy and I’m not saying this will work for you. But, me? I’ll take anything that lets me keep making memories. Me and my Adidas have things to do.
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Melisa
Yes.
And wait, you didn’t delete pictures of ME, did you??
Momo Fali
Come on! I’m stressed, not stupid.
Anne @MidlifeBlvd
It’s hard to be that close to the King of Rock and not have the rest of the week be a letdown. #SoDamnOldSchool
Momo
I loved looking over to see your smiling face. That was just too much fun.
Jennifer
At least you got a booty shot of JT. That would be my screen saver for life.
Arnebya
As much as I know it’s true, getting up is hard. But it works wonders. I hate fighting it, but it seems so much easier (until it isn’t). Man, my shins hurt the day after that party. Hashtag, I be dancin’.
tara
I’m so jealous you got to see Rev Run and JT up close.
Sonic has a slushie with Nerds in it?! What have I been doing with my life??
It’s really annoying how exercising makes my mental health better, but is so hard to actually motivate to do.
Cheryl
Lunge-style walking sounds good. Glad you’re able to keep going.