If I must run, let me run at night.
Under moonlight and dark trees
and the soft, velvet glow
of British lampposts.
Running gives me time to untangle all my thoughts and to set my heart right again. It is when I converse with God and when I am free to feel sorrow or joy. Mostly, it is when I can surprise myself. You see, I don't do well under pressure. If I know I'm being timed or running for a certain distance, I always quit when I feel the pain. It's almost as if I'm rebelling to prove I don't have to complete the goal. But when I am running just to run, I am set free from goals and expectations. I can just be.
Random thoughts. Why do people smoke after they've just worked out? For that matter, why do doctors smoke outside the hospital? Why do women wear make-up to the gym if they're going to sweat it off? (Or maybe they won't sweat...?)
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