3 miles yesterday morning. 7 miles this morning. This morning I ran the first 5 miles without music. The first 2 miles were in the dark. Without music, it is quite odd for me to hear the natural rhythms that my tired body makes. Even as "clunky" as my running tends to be - - -the music is uniquely my own. My breath (that my GOD, my mom and my dad gave me) and my steps make this cool sound that IS my running. While my breath and my steps are doing their thing I'll periodically cough or sigh or laugh or have a conversation with somebody in my head and slip out a few sentences out loud. Running is a complete isolation of body, mind and self yet it all works together to create this "experience" that I call my morning run.
I was thinking today that running is not a sport for me. It is a release. It is art, in a sense. It is a mode of transportation to see "things" at different times of the day. It is alot of things, but to me, it is NOT a sport. If it ever becomes about HOW FAST I CAN GO - - -I won't do it anymore. Not that I don't want to push myself but I won't let this be about the numbers (except 26.2!). I have enough numbers in my life.
