I have had the weirdest weekend.
I saw an amazing band, Icona Pop, on Saturday night at the Troubador, went go-karting and and had In&Out for lunch… there are some of my favorite things to do on a weekend. But as awesome as it was, my highs were accompanied by huge downs as well: I’m on a veritable ‘emotional roller coaster’ as they say.
Today I decided to see if I could run this funk off and went for a ten or eleven mile run, I was too cranky to pre-determine my route so I just decided to wing it. I had an awesome playlist featuring Icona Pop and just let rip on the run -it’s was awesome. I was so pumped that I decided to swing a right on Santa Monica and do ‘The Hill’ which if any of you know in LA is that hill up Doheny that takes you to Sunset, it’s BRUTAL.
So I get mainly to the top, and my phone rings…
It’s the ex.
I’d sent some legal paper work earlier that needed signing, and apparently that didn’t go down well because an entire heated discussion broke out in Beverly Hills on the lawn of some rich person’s mansion who had to hear the very intimate details of our breakup – all while I was recovering from a brutal up hill run. Needless to say there was some yelling, and a lot of tears. I apologize to all drivers on Sunset at approximately 2pm today who witnessed this hot running mess get all emotional.
Obviously the conversation got us both nowhere, other than admission that we still loved and cared about each other… (which is SO NOT what anyone needs to hear when they’re trying to move on, right?)
So after some yelling, and crying, we hung up and I was left kinda dazed and stunned. But if anything, I knew that the run back would clear my head… so set off to do another 4 1/2 miles back home.
The problem was that I was so emotional, I kept on having to stop:
For the record, you can’t actually cry AND run at the same time, so I had to pull over to sob, and then felt odd about stopping so I’d run some more, before having to stop again to bawl my eyes out.
What a disaster!
But by the time I had got back, I actually felt much better, 11 miles is the furthest I’ve run this year and once again running has saved my ass. It’s amazing how zen you can feel after a run, yet sometimes running is the last thing I want to do.
Has running ever saved your ass like that?
This is a song from the band I saw on Saturday -it’s about longing for someone, and holding hope that they’ll come back to you.
“Please send me a sign, I can be your lighthouse -I’ll be on the shore,
I’ll be waiting for you ’til the sun goes down…. no tidal wave can turn me around.“