I always loved running, or jogging. For the most part, I am not the typical runner. I love running around La Cienega Park during middle school days, getting the weekly "bonus" at Palms Middle School, running to vent off frustration, running to clear pains, running to reduce stress, and running to think things through.
i find myself somehow uncovering myths, discovering my true inner callings, and finding resolutions while I run. I run as hard as I can, I run till my body feels numb, I run while staring at the sky. Somehow, it is an inspirational process.
Someone else put in better words for me:
"Perhaps most importantly, when I run I feel as if I am not really present. It’s me vs. myself, my mind working against the dull limitations of my body and gravity. I have to fight these limitations, stay restless and unsatisfied with the current capabilities. To lose this drive is to lose the will to run, for one must to be willing to make pain and discomfort of only secondary importance."
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