If you’ve been keeping me company for a while, you probably know that I’m not really a contemplative runner. I’m more of a … count my footsteps or my breaths runner. I don’t think deep thoughts while I’m out on the trails.
Matter of fact, I might even consider myself (dare I say it) yogic. I empty my mind and simply run.
I like to watch the traffic and the other runners and listen to the birds and the tree frogs and just enjoy the morning.
So Sunday morning when I headed out I had no reason not to expect the same thing. Easy, meditative run.
That, however, was not to be the case. Surprise!!!
I may have had one or two small issues that needed consideration and I actually spent my hour running AND considering. Running AND thinking. Weird. Different. Kind of nice.
By the time I turned and headed home, I had answers to a couple of questions and decisions about my issues. (We might talk about that another day. We’ll see.)
Look at me…questions answered and happy to be back home.
Isn’t life a kick, pals? Get out there. Try something new. Why not, eh?