I feel like one feels at mile 12 of a half-marathon: one has run 12 miles and has only 1.1 miles to go, and yet that last 1.1-mile stretch often feels like the hardest.
The half-marathon I’ve been running in the past six months has definitely been a trail race, one in the mountains with lots of ups and downs and tricky terrain – and also some beautiful views.
But it has required so much effort, mental even more than physical, that I have no energy left, hardly any mental energy left: any activity that requires even the smallest amount of planning, if it isn’t strictly necessary, I just eliminate it for now. I don’t have the bandwidth for it now.
I need a break so bad. A total break. One in which I can just lay in a grassy meadow, or sink into the sand at the beach, or even just lay in the grass in a park. With no need to plan, no logistics, no schedule, no timeline.
I recognize this type of tiredness: these desires are typical for me this time of year.
Despite the stressors having been different this winter & spring from those of the past few years, the exhaustion and need for a total break that I’m feeling now are the same.
I just want to get away in nature. I wish it could be done without too much planning… Just relax and melt into nature.
The Little Prince and the Fox 