June has been a strange month for me. I don’t know if the sudden outburst of cicadas has caused that severe of an imbalance in the air, but something has shifted for sure. Cosmically, mercury is in fact, in retrograde but I don’t quite know how these astrological events work. In comparison to my “normal self”, I feel like I’ve been bottling up a lot of rage. Endlessly scrolling through social media certainly does not do great things for my soul but how else can I escape the mundane life I have at the moment? There are around two weeks left of summer classes and I cannot wait for them to be over. I had a lot of aspirations for what I would do with my summer, but having classes has definitely impacted my plans.
My solution for this rage? I’ve done the unthinkable. Go on runs. I am probably the least athletic person you will ever meet on this planet. The last time I remember fully sweating and being in shape was when I was on my school’s volleyball team, which was *ahem* quite some time ago. The other day, my dad and I decided to give my dog a haircut, which was a true challenge. My dog, Coco, is an American Eskimo, which translates to a medium-sized, impatient, white ball of fluff. Though we were able to keep him still with the help of a few treats, the sizzling weather made me sweat profusely during this 40-minute grooming session. By the time we were done, there was a large mound of fur that could’ve easily been shaped into a second dog. But the point of this little detour in my story is that there was so much sweat on me that I felt a strange sense of déjà vu for when I would feel this way after volleyball practices. I decided then and there that I would change into my sneakers and go on a run because I was already sweaty, so what’s the harm in sweating some more? I think a large part of my hatred towards working out is the disgusting feel of sweat afterwards. But now, I take it as a sign of progress. I like to think of it now as all the rage and negativity inside of me leaving my body— making me feel lighter. And so, this was the start of my decision to go on rage runs. At the moment, I do them every other day or when I have time, and I’m happy to share that it has helped me in many ways. I enjoy being away from my phone, the harsh feng shui in my room, the endless assignments waiting for me, and most of all, I’m thankful to myself for trying to be healthier and releasing this stress through an outlet.
I apologize for talking so much about sweat, believe me, I never thought I’d talk about this on a blog, but I thought my story could perhaps help someone in need of an outlet too. June has and may very well continue to be a strange month but don’t fret too much, because the thing about time is that it’s always passing. See you next time!
