There is something so simple, so beautiful, and most of all easy, about running. To run is part of our innate behaviors. The "Flight or Fight" survivalism. But running isn't about "Flighting" so much as wanting to get somewhere. And for me the best part of running is being a part from everything else, and accomplishing that course all by myself. I like to run until my lungs are screaming and my muscles are numb. Then I run some more. Its nice to run 3 miles and show off to people, but what is great, is running 6 miles to show off to yourself. To push ones body to what feels like its breaking point and then to keep going is amazing.
I ran a 5k today and came in third. That doesn't disappoint me at all. I'm quite proud, I haven't run in 2 weeks and my muscles are agonizing still. It was spur of the moment but I loved it. It sprinkled throughout which only added to the majesty. When I run everything is working in unison, and there seems to be a harmonizing of all the sounds i make. The breathe in, step, step, step, breathe out, step, step, breathe in...creating the percussion undertone. The the swish, whap, swish, whap, of my long hair hitting my back, a base rhythm. Then the whooshing of the wind in my ears harmonizing, and melding it into the Runner's Symphony..
(It was overcast..but nice:)Has anyone heard, "Russian Roulette" by Rihanna? There is something vaguely scary about that song...and other vague meanings that I just can't comprehend I guess, but I can feel that they're there.. I think I'm going to start posting some of the short stories that I write on here.
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