Runs clear my head, plain and simple. They give me time to think through a dilemma and work out life’s troubles. It is my time alone to take care of business and get to the bottom of why something is the way it is. So late morning I went out for a 6.5 mile run. You might ask, why would anyone want to be running on a cold, gray January day with snow on the ground? For me the treadmill does not have the same emotional impact–sure physically I get my exercise done, but I don’t always leave feeling quite as rejuvenated. I’ll look at the tv, I’ll people watch, I’ll try to learn new tips from the trainers with their clients. I basically don’t think about anything going on in my life during that time (which sometimes is welcomed), but rather I focus on everyone else working out around me. Outside, the fresh air does me good. I am alive when I feel the wind whip around me and hear the crunch of the ground under my feet.
Running was a bit of an adventure today. With snow on the ground, parts of the trail were not completely shoveled so I had bouts of slower running as I danced around the icy spots to avoid a wipeout. Even with my iPod I felt a sense of peace while running through the snowy path. A father with his three children and dog were out playing. A woman with skis was making her way along the side of the trail (she did have a wipeout). A few other runners and walkers waved to me as I passed. No bikers today. On days like these, I love the feeling that I’m the only one out there, or one of the few crazy ones to be doing what I’m doing.
I came off my run feeling empowered to go about the rest of my day, knowing that whatever comes my way and is upsetting to me will be ok because it’s a new day in store and great things are right around the corner.