I’m on a mission to deactivate all the unnecessary stress in my life, and one of the silliest examples is how much effort I can put into overthinking something as simple as where to run when I’m out of town.
In general, I prefer knowing where I’m running – how many miles, how long it’s likely to take, if there are obstacles I need to be aware of.
But the whole point of being on a weekend getaway is exploring. So when Bob and I went to the historic Charley Creek Inn in Wabash, Ind., for my 50th birthday this weekend, I decided to quit fretting and Just. Go. Run.
As in, out the door, past the wine and cheese shop and the general store named after a 1940s circus elephant that went rampaging through town, turning this way or that to avoid traffic or the wind or a humongous hill or because something catches my eye, like the rows of wooden sheds that reconstruct the 1826 treaty camp at Paradise Spring.
I have no idea how far I ran, and for once, I don’t care. One week out from a 50K trail run, I was just exploring. Having fun. Need to be doing more of that if I want to make my 50s the happiest decade of my life, which is what both my husband and The Atlantic magazine report to be true.