3 miles 27:12
Windy and cold... FABulous. God damn you, el niño number 2! It felt like I was getting slapped in the face, over and over and over again. I reminded myself that, as much as it seemed so, no one was forcing me to be out here doing this. I'm out here in the dark, 40 degree wind by choice. It made me think about what running does for me, does for people in general. Obviously it burns calories, but if that were it, I'd be doing something else.
I'm the first one to admit that I'm an escapist at heart. I used to be better at avoiding things I didn't like, at shutting down or tuning out. I had nine apartments in six years. If I broke up with a boyfriend or didn't like a roommate anymore, I'd just move. I got a bachelors degree in musical theater - talk about pretending to be someone else! But I've done a lot in the last ten years to force myself to be more present, to address and absorb what my life is and where it's taking me.
Is that what I'm doing here, pounding the pavement? Am I figuretively running? And are all these other crazy, wet, cold people with their iPods and their fingerless gloves out here doing the same?
Honestly, I don't know. But my hope is, that by the end of this blog, I'll have the answer..... We shall see.
Windy and cold... FABulous. God damn you, el niño number 2! It felt like I was getting slapped in the face, over and over and over again. I reminded myself that, as much as it seemed so, no one was forcing me to be out here doing this. I'm out here in the dark, 40 degree wind by choice. It made me think about what running does for me, does for people in general. Obviously it burns calories, but if that were it, I'd be doing something else.
I'm the first one to admit that I'm an escapist at heart. I used to be better at avoiding things I didn't like, at shutting down or tuning out. I had nine apartments in six years. If I broke up with a boyfriend or didn't like a roommate anymore, I'd just move. I got a bachelors degree in musical theater - talk about pretending to be someone else! But I've done a lot in the last ten years to force myself to be more present, to address and absorb what my life is and where it's taking me.
Is that what I'm doing here, pounding the pavement? Am I figuretively running? And are all these other crazy, wet, cold people with their iPods and their fingerless gloves out here doing the same?
Honestly, I don't know. But my hope is, that by the end of this blog, I'll have the answer..... We shall see.