Ahhh running.
Maybe it’s just the runner’s high from yesterday, but I’m waxing poetical about running. And while it’s getting a tad colder in Canberra, and also the sun has pretty much set by the time I get home, so I don’t have the opportunity to do my Bridge-To-Bridge run, I am substituting it for some good ol’ treadmill time.
Of course I am by no means a marathon runner. If any of you are picturing a svelte antelope-like creature, bounding tirelessly over the tarmac of the city jungle-scape, you’ve got the wrong blogger in mind.
But there’s something zen-like about loosing yourself in your stride. Ear phones drowning out your measured, rhythmic, sometimes gasping breath. Drowning out the distant burr of traffic. Drowning out the wavering sounds of the conversations of others as you pass them by. A watery grave of melody and music surrounds everything around you.
And while at the beginning of a long run, I do tend to dwell on thoughts which I really shouldn’t be dwelling on, some when throughout my run I let all of that go and there’s nothing in my mind but the basic animal thought of making my body move. My heartbeat, the sweat building down my back and chest , the tread of my feet on the ground, these are all the sensations that matter.
This is my world.
For the next hour (and if I’m feeling very motivated, or the runners high kicks in maybe two hours) these are the only things that matter.
Debt. Work. Friends. Family. Relationships (or my complete and total lack of skill in them). Cars. Television. The Internet. Caturdays. This blog. All these thoughts stop their constant and never-ending pinballing all over my brain.
And for a little while I’m at peace.
For a little while, I’m sane.
For a little while, at least, I’m free.
I really should be going to the gym more often, will try I promise
Then we can be gym buddies! As long as you don’t expect me to wear spandex… that’s the stuff nightmares are made of 😛
spandex does not cross my threshold or cover my body … awful
Distant burr? I love that! Very nice post. Poetic for sure…
Thanks. I have no idea what I’m typing most of the time so it’s nice when someone likes something that was vomited from my brain 🙂
When I was in the Army I ran alot.. a helluva lot, but the knees started cracking so now I lift weights (no I’m not She-Ra) and I totally get what yo mean about the Zen mode..Keep on running, just watch those knees:-)
Wow, a way with words and the ability to kill me with a handgun. Mental note: Must control smart-assness around freepennypress, she could destroy me in a battle of wits and/or shoot me with a sniper rifle… 😉
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That is all
you just icanhascheezburgered me! War has been declared between our blogs! MUAHAHAAHHAHAHAAHAHHAHA!
Bring it!
Oh it has already been brought *finger snaps*
It’s an escape. I know the feeling.
Awesome aint it? Now I just have to not get sick and injured for the next two months and I might actually see some results! 😛
Hahahaha i love this post. 😀
Posts with pictures of the greatest man in the world are always well received 😉
Also because they are so good.. 😀 and relate able!
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