I’ve been running lately, more than I would normally. Why? Not just because I love it and it’s a passion but because in one month, I’m packing up and heading out to Seattle to run in the Hood to Coast Relay (200 miles) with about 40 other amazing bloggers on a team sponsored by Nuun and I want to be ready.
Anyway, last night was my last of 3 days running in a row and it was also a night run. I was dragging before it even started. By the time I got out it was almost 9:00 and I had 4 miles to do AND it was still 97 degrees here in St. Louis so I knew it wasn’t going to be pleasant but I went.
I always seem to do some of my best thinking when I run. Last night I started to think about why it is that I actually like running. Scientifically speaking, I’m not “fast” never have been never will be. I don’t have great form, and sometimes it’s downright painful. Since we normally gravitate towards things we are good at, it just doesn’t make sense. “Scientifically”.
Then I started to think about the “Art” of running. I think the thing I like about running is that it’s everything I need in my life right now…
consistent yet spontaneous meaning it’s always there when I’m ready and I don’t have to prepare much to go for a run.
humbling and rewarding..like I said up above, I’m not a good runner. I run and most of the time, it puts me in my place. Most of the time it challenges me and forces me to dig deep and find a place I didn’t know existed