As I run, my mind is not fully aware of what thoughts take shape as the miles go by. As the unconcious stream of memories and ideas invade my mind, I doubt I take note of even half of them, I rarely if ever, stop and mull over things as I pace out the distance. In the midst of my run today I thought "Hmmm…I should try to mentally record a few of the things I think about..." So, this blog entry will be filled with a random assortment of feelings, emotions, silly things, serious things, and everything in-between…
It's probably going to rain - will it rain soon? Will I have to run faster than the clouds? That would be such a cool superpower, running faster than storm clouds. But I'd like to control the weather. That would be too hard. Ugh, this is hard, this hily part. Man, my calves. You feel that, calves? That's hard work there, hard work is good for you, ya know? And there goes the knee, yup, that knee is such a lame knee, why does it just decide to start throbbing? Ugh. Oh1 Hi, squirrel! You're crazy! Aw, there's a bunny - they are so fast! Gosh, if I were half as fast as they are, sheesh. I'd be killin' it, yo. I'm sort of killin' it now, I mean, my form is good, arms pumping, good job, arms, You do you thing. Thank you, God, for letting me run, for giving me strength and endurance and the umph to keep going. Thank you, God, for the ability to even do this, the ability to breath in this fresh air and suck in all this thriving life. Cough! Dang, just sucked in an insect, that was not pleasant. Cough! Okay, not doing that again. Watch out, insects, I'm running here, and snakes, too. Please don't jump out in front of me, that'd be great, thanks. That's funny how people ask me why I run, because they admit they wouldn't run unless a bear was chasing them, but then - are you supposed to run when there's a bear? Aren't you supposed to climb as tree? Or, no, wait, you're supposed to act bigger than you actually are…right? Gosh, glad there aren't bears around here right now because - what was that? Oh, that would be my stomach. Always hungry, Krystal, why are you always hungry? Man, I could totally go for a swiss mushroom burger right about now. Not like, right now, now, but afterwards. Stay in the moment! But seriously, I'm going to grill after this run, and then eat like all the ice cream. That makes you fat - heck, after this I will not care at all, not whatsoever. I should leaner how to make homemade ice cream, that would be a great skill to have. Someday, I'll do that. There are a lot of somedays for me, which is cool. Someday could be today, ya never know, huh? Today could be that day that I do something I've never done before. That's something to think about, maybe someday I'll do that. Ha! I see what you did there. There are a lot of hikers out here today, gosh. They are so cool, with all their gear and stuff. So cool. Not like today, sadly. It's hot! I can sort of feel my skin sizzling, Ew. That's gross! Form Check time: still good. Gaze: ten feet ahead, straight back, hands brushing thighs, breathing even, in and out. Doing good.
--- There's something to be said for these runs. These running thoughts that take over as my feet pound the ground, as I shuffle along to the end. I love the feel of my heart beating, blood rushing through my veins. My body synced with all of its distinct parts, and fresh air flooding m lungs. I generally don't run with music - which is not the norm for most, but I like to think that my thoughts can be my own music, my own beat, a theme that can be turned into memory. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta go grill a burger.
It's probably going to rain - will it rain soon? Will I have to run faster than the clouds? That would be such a cool superpower, running faster than storm clouds. But I'd like to control the weather. That would be too hard. Ugh, this is hard, this hily part. Man, my calves. You feel that, calves? That's hard work there, hard work is good for you, ya know? And there goes the knee, yup, that knee is such a lame knee, why does it just decide to start throbbing? Ugh. Oh1 Hi, squirrel! You're crazy! Aw, there's a bunny - they are so fast! Gosh, if I were half as fast as they are, sheesh. I'd be killin' it, yo. I'm sort of killin' it now, I mean, my form is good, arms pumping, good job, arms, You do you thing. Thank you, God, for letting me run, for giving me strength and endurance and the umph to keep going. Thank you, God, for the ability to even do this, the ability to breath in this fresh air and suck in all this thriving life. Cough! Dang, just sucked in an insect, that was not pleasant. Cough! Okay, not doing that again. Watch out, insects, I'm running here, and snakes, too. Please don't jump out in front of me, that'd be great, thanks. That's funny how people ask me why I run, because they admit they wouldn't run unless a bear was chasing them, but then - are you supposed to run when there's a bear? Aren't you supposed to climb as tree? Or, no, wait, you're supposed to act bigger than you actually are…right? Gosh, glad there aren't bears around here right now because - what was that? Oh, that would be my stomach. Always hungry, Krystal, why are you always hungry? Man, I could totally go for a swiss mushroom burger right about now. Not like, right now, now, but afterwards. Stay in the moment! But seriously, I'm going to grill after this run, and then eat like all the ice cream. That makes you fat - heck, after this I will not care at all, not whatsoever. I should leaner how to make homemade ice cream, that would be a great skill to have. Someday, I'll do that. There are a lot of somedays for me, which is cool. Someday could be today, ya never know, huh? Today could be that day that I do something I've never done before. That's something to think about, maybe someday I'll do that. Ha! I see what you did there. There are a lot of hikers out here today, gosh. They are so cool, with all their gear and stuff. So cool. Not like today, sadly. It's hot! I can sort of feel my skin sizzling, Ew. That's gross! Form Check time: still good. Gaze: ten feet ahead, straight back, hands brushing thighs, breathing even, in and out. Doing good.
--- There's something to be said for these runs. These running thoughts that take over as my feet pound the ground, as I shuffle along to the end. I love the feel of my heart beating, blood rushing through my veins. My body synced with all of its distinct parts, and fresh air flooding m lungs. I generally don't run with music - which is not the norm for most, but I like to think that my thoughts can be my own music, my own beat, a theme that can be turned into memory. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta go grill a burger.
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