No, I'm not hiding from the debt collectors and PDL lenders (well, not all of them anway); but when I was really frustrated and scared and stressed out and could feel it all weighing heavy on my chest, I laced up my shoes, leashed up my dog and I walked. And walked. And walked. And I felt so much better. Sure I was alone with my thoughts (which at first was not a good thing), but after a few weeks I'd picked up the pace and I was jogging. Now I'm running.