Nothing to Complain About

My brain is tired. To coin a great phrase from Bilbo Baggins, "I feel thin. Sort of stretched. Like butter scraped over too much bread." Or something like that.

I have a biology exam tomorrow that I should be studying for right now (instead of writing this) but I needed a break.

This morning I took a fantastic break, here. I ran a stunning 7 mile loop through Doudy Draw in Boulder, CO. It was a little windy, but once in the draw, the wind was silenced by surrounding trees, and it turned out to be a beautifully sunny day.

I've been training for the Leadville Silver Rush for about 4 weeks now. Since I began, time is hard to come by. Studying for school is becoming neglected- and is most likely the main source of my stress.
I realize though, that any stress I experience as a result of being too "busy" is self-induced. I signed up for this race fully aware that it is a large time commitment, and it won't be easy.

The last several days were very stressful,  and I found myself throwing a temper tantrum, accompanied by an all-out pity party. How silly. As I posted my status for the day on Facebook, I realized that I have absolutely nothing to worry or complain about.


This morning I drove 20 minutes and was able to run across a landscape that some would gladly give their first born child, their spouse, their left leg, or all of the above, to have access to. Now I am sitting in a warm home, eating hickory barbeque chips, drinking a New Belgium Snow Day winter ale, and studying, or rather should be studying for an exam. If I fail my exam tomorrow, the world will not cease to exist, and neither will I.

So I will stop complaining, and get back to it...