Don’t get stuck in the MUD

There’s only one way out of a sticky situation.  You have to keep moving in the direction you want to go. It might be hard and it might not always be fun, but if you’re clear about where you’re headed you’ll get there one step at a time.

Last weekend I was really excited to go out for a long run. I love running! Along with being a great work out it’s my stress reliever, meditation, and time to just let go.  I was planning to go for a long run, at least 8-9 miles, nothing unusual for me during this time of year.

It was early. The sunrise was just peaking over the mountain. I  decided to go off road and onto the trails. They seemed fine. They were a little muddy, but overall dry. I figured, why not? After about 20 minutes I decided to head out on to a long dirt road that is probably only used once every year maybe every two years. It was beautiful – it was miles and miles of open space, my dog, a few birds chirping, and me.

I had been out that way once before about a year ago. mud runThat time I’d made it all the way to the end. I’d seen the big horned sheep that graze by the river cliff. I knew I wasn’t going to make it that far this time, I hadn’t planned for it. About 3 miles in I decided to turn back and start heading home. And, that’s when I realized my run seemed to be getting harder and harder. The dirt was thawing out and turning into MUD. Turns out I had started out early enough that the ground was still frozen, but after a little time in the warm morning sun it was beginning to thaw out. I was starting to slip and slide, my feet were getting soaked, and the mud was sticking to my shoes. I looked like I was running with mud bricks on my feet.

I was getting frustrated. I stopped to asses my situation and decided I really only had three options: turn around and go the way I’d come, which would eventually lead me back to where I was right at that moment. Give up and wait to see if my husband or anyone else came to rescue me. Or, keep moving forward, one step at a time. I decided my best option was to move forward and make it home.

I buckled down, picked up my pace, and ran. It was not fun, but I knew I had to keep running to get out of the mess I’d gotten myself into. Then I realized this was a powerful metaphor for my life, because I feel like I’m in a sticky situation right now. I’m in a transitional period and the transition is leading me into places I’ve not had to go to for a long time or even ever. I have many different people giving me advise and telling me what they would do. While I don’t mind their advise, I know I have to listen to my own heart and do what I know is best for me.

I realized to get out of my life’s sticky situation I needed to stay clear and keep moving in the right direction for me. It might be hard and kind of ugly right now, but if I stick to these two concepts I will eventually get to where I need to go.

Sometimes it seems like we’re stuck in a bad situation and we wonder how we’ve gotten there, more importantly how we’re going to get out. We always have choices and whatever we choose can either get us closer to our goal or farther from it. That’s why knowing where your headed is important.

Needless to say I was gone longer than expected, but hadn’t run nearly the miles I had intended. I was okay with that. I also realized sometimes you just need to let go and go with it. It was still a great run and a good workout. I learned a life lesson and got to play in the mud.

Have you ever been stuck in the mud? How’d you get out of your sticky situation? Or, maybe you like to run too, tell me what life lessons your runs have taught you.


The Adventures of PepitoLiving the Dream

I was born under a trailer on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. There was a lot of cactus and sagebrush. Conditions were harsh. From an early age I learned In order to survive I had to be tough, I had to be resourceful, and I had to be determined.

On a dark and cold night just before Christmas my sisters and I were boxed up. Those locos tapped a Tecate box to a Bud light box with us in them. The idiots drove us further into nowhere land and left us as coyote bait. It was snowing and it was cold. We were hungry and we were thirsty. We eventually scratched the box open but life wasn’t any better outside than it was inside. This was our new home – me and my two hermans.

We had no food or water and we were getting weak, around the third day we were about to give up hope. When out of nowhere some humans drove by and spotted my seester. I’d hated humans and I sure didn’t trust them. The only ones I’d ever known hit me and left me to starve. I’d told her, my seester, to be careful. I told her to stay low and invisible while she was hunting, but she obviously didn’t listen and those humans were fierce.

They chased us and we had them running. I thought they were going to make me into a hot dog.  One by one they caught us.They caught baby seester first. There really was no hope for her. She was the runt and so hungry and weak she could hardly move.  But, I was surprised when they caught lupita, not my lupita she was my sidekick and we had plans. And, then they were after me. I was a clever pup running, twisting, and turning. I weaved in and out of sagebrush and cactus. I thought I had them fooled. Then they did it. They really did it!  I was so mad. They tricked me. They threw something on my head, took out my visibility and couldn’t see a thing – dam them! I tried to run, but couldn’t get anywhere. They had me, que stupido.

The humans drove us with our box home to their home. My plan was to escape as soon as I could. I was an independent dog and while it was harsh being on our own I thought it was better than being beaten by humans. But, they tricked me again. They gave me a soft bed to rest on and food to eat. For the first time in my life I was comfortable. I didn’t understand it. I’d decided I’d just rest through the night, build my strength and then leave in the morning. I was on a mission. I wanted to start my adventures. But then they did it again. They gave me more food. They began to rub my tummy and scratched behind my ears. What was going on?

I was fierce. I barked at them. I showed them my fangs. Couldn’t they see I was tough and I didn’t need them? We didn’t need them. It was a trick and I was onto them. Then one day my baby hermana disappeared. I overheard them talking, they said, “they’d found a home for her. She had a new family and a new name.” Then my lupita disappeared and I was on my own. They EVEN began calling me Pepito. Pepito?

Now five years later I’m still fierce, and I’m living the dream. Life is good.  I go on mini adventures every day then I get to relax with humans I love. Turns out these humans weren’t so bad and I really have it good here. It took me awhile to realize it but when I finally let go and gave into what was life got a lot easier. These days I give a lot of love and in return I get a lot of LOVE.