I'm back from a vacation at Disney World. I ran in a half-marathon last Saturday and did far better than I ever could have hoped. Training for this race for the last four months kept me focused on a simple, clear, achievable goal. Whenever I felt depressed or lost or overwhelmed by my divorce or the loss of my dogs, training was at least one thing I knew I needed to do. It forced me to get out of the house, doing something constructive, on days when I really didn't feel like doing anything. And I felt a clarity of mind and spirit when running that really cleared my head and calmed me down. I don't know if the race was a goal, but it was something to prepare for, something to do that wasn't related to the divorce.
So I signed up for another race four months from now, to keep it going. I still have good days, and not so good days, but the race was definitely a good day!