I have to be surprised by good runs. If I start out thinking, "I'm going to do three loops," I'm doomed before I even start. But if I think about running two loops, I can surprise myself with three.
I ran tonight and I got wet; it was cold and dark; the air was frosty. Perfect running conditions. I breathed deep and thought about running depression into the ground. I thought about how next to the difficulty of marriage or a job, running up a hill is cake. I reminded myself that my legs recover soon after the running is over. They can handle a little shin ache. I did lots of lunges and sweated badness out of my body. I breathed in purpose and motivation. I ran for health. I ran for clarity. I ran to just fucking get whatever it is out of my system.
3.6 miles. Surprise!
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