I went running yesterday in the rain. I had been pacing around the house all afternoon, looking for some sort of entertainment. The internet was failing me. Books seemed too wordy. My own words were dropping from my fingertips like bread crumbs, sparse and dry. I wasn't bored. I wasn't inspired. I was itchy inside.
I asked my husband if he'd entertain me. I used those exact words but it was more an imploring command: Entertain me!? I danced around, did some showtime jigs for him. He was amused but busy. I implored my pal Jess -- Entertain me!? She had other plans though. I had plans too. I was meant to go to ballet. The final class in my twelve week program. I hadn't missed a class until last night but something inside me didn't want to go. I was starting to panic. Go to a movie? Eat a pile of food? Get a milkshake at the mall?
I decided instead to run in the rain. To run, full throttle, as fast as I could until I exploded.