Tuesday, August 2, 2016
Running seems to be something you either love or hate. And if you love it I think it's a mix of both. It's essentially a solitary sport, with the possible exception of some types of races. An act of will is required each step of the way as various parts of the body register their complaints with management. Knowing that relief is just a slow-down away can magnify any pain, shortness of breath, heat, or exhaustion.
To keep moving it is very helpful to send your mind elsewhere. So running is a great activity for daydreamers, problem solvers, prayer warriors, and anyone with a troubled soul. Part of the challenge and enjoyment is being outdoors, if at all possible. The imperfect world passing by you and under your plodding feet invites you to a oneness that is refreshing.
Running has also been very beneficial to me in helping to overcome anxiety and depression. The improved health and outlet for stress make a big difference in coping strength. Sometimes as I run it's as though that ugliness is gradually falling behind as I continue on, outpacing it. Afterward I feel completely different, refocused and strong. So why do I run when nobody is chasing me? Maybe someone is.