I woke up two Fridays ago feeling down in the dumps for reasons that, frustratingly, are beyond my control. It was tempting to just go back to sleep, but I knew that wallowing at home would be the worst thing I could do for myself at that moment. The best thing I could do? Hit the trails.
JK and his coworkers were headed to Rattlesnake Ledge for a “morale event” hike & picnic, so they dropped Wellie and me off at the Snoqualmie Point trailhead – at the other end of Rattlesnake Mountain – on the way. My challenge was to make it to Rattlesnake Lake before they were done.
I hauled balls, hiking as fast as I could on the uphills and running the flats and downhills, taking some breaks to feed and water Wellie and to appreciate the views. When I finished the nine miles to Rattlesnake Ledge, JK and the gang were still there! They gave me wine! And fed me watermelon! Huzzah for JK’s coworkers! We lazed and chatted on the Ledge for a while, then hiked the last two miles down to the lake (at a much more relaxed pace).
Blue feelings = gone. The situation I was sad about remained the same, nothing had changed, but I when I’m active, taking charge, hopped up on endorphins and sniffing trees, I find that I’m just so much better equipped to handle this kind of stuff.
A vigorous five-mile walk will do more good for an unhappy but otherwise healthy adult than all the medicine and psychology in the world.
(I have no idea who Dr. Paul Dudley White was, but he speaks da troof.)