I just seem like a Pollyanna.

I have a sense that I want to walk/stroll/jog/run a long distance today. Maybe 20 miles. Certainly more than 10. I exercised daily during my 3 months in Sardinia. Not as vigorously or extended as I'm used to in Minnesota. And now I have to get back into my old rhythm. The one that makes me more comfortable and lighter. Physically. I feel most rested when I exercise a lot. Maybe that's strange. Maybe that should make me tired. But I guess the point is that exercise makes me more relaxed. A relaxed tired isn't like true tiredness. It actually feels sort of good. I'm not gonna do all of my workout in one sustained effort. But rather in spurts. A few miles at a time. Spread out over the entire day. Morning. Noon. And night. I find that if I have a 20-mile day, the last 10 miles comes easier than the first 10 miles. Because it takes time to catch the rhythm. Same goes for writing. I often write better late than early. But not always. I like to pay attention to how I feel. Especially when I'm happy. Which is most of the time. Some people accuse me of being a Pollyanna. But that ain't so. I just seem like a Pollyanna to people in depression. --Jim Broede