Today’s run: 2 miles, 23 minutes. YT: 351.5 miles. My first rush-hour bridge run. Inbound Manhattan traffic was gridlocked. Lots of bicycle commuters on the overpass with me. And of course, plenty of runners.

I learned one useful thing in therapy. (Actually, that’s pretty good, since I only went to one session.)

This was it: Even good, happy events can be stressful. Exciting is wonderful, marvelous, zoom-whee-wow -- but it’s also stressful.

I keep reminding myself of that as I navigate my new life in New York. Because while I’d be an idiot not to be thankful for the twists that brought me here and every turn I’ve experienced since, I also feel like things are pretty topsy-turvy. Like I need to drop a penny on the floor so I know it’s not actually the ceiling.

How does this relate to running? Because I feel like all I can do right now is crunch out miles. I can’t plan. I can’t strategize. All I can do is get out of bed, put on my shoes, stumble down my crumbling hallway and get in as many miles as there’s time for.

So whatever’s going on, I suggest you do the same. Get up. Get in the miles you can. And feel proud about it.

(Got that Sara?)