Ran in the morning today, but writing in the evening...
You know those "quiet moments" of inner happiness (when for no reason you just feel happy inside and your heart is smiling, as if you were 6 years old). I feel one of these right now as I am writing this, dear reader.
I don't remember the run this morning so much, I've "zoned out"... I ran, I remember I was outside, but I don't remember the entire loop or how I came back, complete blackout. This typically happens when I am deep in my thoughts or preoccupied with something. Today it was a combination of both. But I was really surprised after the run, how much "out of it" I actually was - almost like a hypnosis. All I know I never stopped moving...
I run because if I didn't I'd be sluggish and glum. I run to breathe the fresh air. I run to think. I run to explore. I run to escape the ordinary... I run to savor the trip along the way. Life becomes a little more vibrant, a little more intense. I like that.
Tomorrow is 50! Sweet :)
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