Last Monday was the first time I’ve been running in 6 weeks. That’s too long to go with no exercise whatsoever. However, I was pleasantly surprised that I was still able to run a mile before totally giving up.
I had used excuses like “oh, we just got a dog, I shouldn’t leave him alone in the house,” or “if I just wait a few weeks, Jack will be able to go with me,” or “Trey’s parents just moved in, I need to make sure they’re comfortable,” or “Trey’s parents just moved in, I don’t want them to see me a hot sweaty mess.” Excuse after excuse. Until finally, I realized that I missed it. I actually missed running.
In the movie What Women Want, Mel Gibson’s character has a freak accident resulting in the ability to read women’s minds. He works for a marketing firm and is gunning for Helen Hunt’s character’s job. Anyway, in the movie, they’re working on a Nike ad. Basically, what they come up with is that when a women runs, it’s just her and the road, she doesn’t have to worry about other people, what they think or say…”No games, just sports.“
And that’s what it’s like for me. Maybe it’s like this for everyone, or maybe I’ve got some neural misfire that makes it this way, but when I run, I am absolutely incapable of thinking. All I can do is move one foot in front of the other, breathe, look for traffic, and maybe sing along (internally) to whatever song is pumping into my ears from my phone. I can’t think at all about what’s going on in my life, my to-do list, my worries or fears.
And it’s glorious.