A New Form of Transit

I am not an athlete. I am awkward and clumsy. My hand eye coordination is bad. And if I am perfectly honest, I was always more interested in writing poetry than doing cardio.

So you can imagine that no one is more surprised at my new hobby than me. I will admit it… I like to run.  Is my form great? Am I fast? Will I be winning any races anytime soon? No, no and no. But I’m getting better at it and I kind of love it.

Sometimes it’s hard to pin down exactly why I love it. After all it’s hard for me, and it has a tendency to give me an angry planters heel, and when I go to the track people who have decades on me sometimes do actually lap me. There are times when I think, “Why the hell am I doing this?”

But really I do know why. I like the challenge of it, the feeling I get when I go from running one mile, to two, to two in a half. I also like the meditative quality of it. Running is really really hard for me, and sometimes my brain goes into this alternate meditative state that allows me to keep going and I feel like it is almost a spiritual experience. It also makes me literally happy, like I think it fills me with endorphins, and in a season where I have been in a bit of a funk, something that makes me happy is definitely welcome. I also like the fact that because I have been running I was able to complete my first 5k… yes I walked some, but mostly I ran and that felt pretty darn good.

So yeah, running is a thing I do now, and I want to keep doing it awkward and clumsy that I am.