When you hear the words “happy hour” you probably imagine half off cocktails and cheap appetizers with co-workers. There’s nothing wrong with the usual happy hour and I definitely enjoy it from time to time, but my happy hour looks a little different.
My happy hour involves one good friend, a pair of running shoes and a sunset by the beach. It’s the happiest of all hours and at least once a week, I make sure to schedule a “happy hour” with my BRF (best running friend). I look forward to it all week.
Throughout the work day I can get a little stressed and occasionally overwhelmed. I also get extremely frustrated sitting in traffic on the way to my run dates. I curse all the people leaving work at the same time and my blood pressure simultaneously rises to an unhealthy level.
But then I get to our meeting spot by the beach and my BRF is there with a huge smile, ready to go.
Within minutes, all the built up anxiety and frustration from the work day and traffic begin to leave my body. Suddenly everything seems right in the world. My head clears, my tired body suddenly feels energized and alive, and my mind is at ease.
During our runs we talk, we vent, we share our wins for the week and we catch up on life. But it’s so much more than chit-chat. Our runs are like actual therapy sessions. We work stuff out and leave with a fresh perspective. I always finish my run better than when I started. Guaranteed.
So yeah. Fried food and $5 cocktails are fun and all, but they don’t hold a flame to a nice, sweaty run with a girlfriend. Trust me on this one.
* This post was inspired by my friend Sheri’s tank top during tonight’s “happy hour”