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Further Proof: Exercise Irons out Brain Kinks

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Despondency + skating = hope. Hope makes all the difference!

Ever since I got hooked on inline skating in 1999, I have known this: if I had, as a teenager, discovered this sport, or something else I adored as much, that called for about ten hours of intense activity a week, I would have been depressed a whole lot less.

There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that after 30 mins of swift, happy skating, all the planets are back in line and the universe once again makes sense. If I go a day without an hour minimum of vigorous exercise, the sky starts falling on me and everyday life is unmanageable. The longer I go without skating, my addiction of choice, the more drastic the tailspin.  

This inspiring article from Runner's World, entitled "Home Run", makes perfect sense to me. It's about a running program which helped homeless folk in West Palm Beach turn their lives around. Obviously we need to take care of the kids, as they're the future, blah blah, but who's gonna take care of the kids if the adults are too whacked out to even take care of themselves?! So while I applaud those out there for focussing on getting kids into sports programs of the charitable kind (as opposed to the private kind), I want to cry hysterically in gratitude for the creator of this program for not leaving these otherwise abandoned adults in the lurch, and helping them through the joy of exercise via the promise of a new pair of sneakers!

This paragraph pretty much sums it up:

"I needed sneakers," Kelly says. "I said I didn't think I could compete, but Brent said 'Come. Walk if you want.'" When she first started her half-marathon training, Kelly was still abusing drugs and alcohol. But she found her old habits didn't mix well with her new lifestyle. She's now sober, working as a dental assistant, and as serious about attending Alcoholics Anonymous and Narcotics Anonymous meetings as she is about getting in her daily miles. "In an addict's brain, the urge to use is always there," Kelly says. "When something doesn't go right, you want to find drugs or have a drink. Now when I get steamed, I run."

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