I have a copy of a movie that I've been wanting to watch, but just haven't gotten around to it. It's called "The Loneliness of the Long-Distance Runner." I have this idea of what it's about - and maybe I've delayed watching it because I don't want to ruin the fantasy that I've created on my own runs. This afternoon I did a 45 minute run. Now that is certainly not a long-distance run by some standards, but from where I've been that last couple of months, it qualifies to my standard. When I started out, I had not intention of running for 45 minutes - but a left turn here, back country mile here, and next thing I knew, I was further away from home than I planned and the only way to get back was to keep on running.
And you know what? It felt GOOD. And there is a certain loneliness to it. Just you and the road, your music, and your thoughts. A time for reflection, or a song bring backs a memory, or a reminder, and all of sudden energy permeates throughout your body. I won't kid you - the last 10 minutes were brutal and full of sun, but I persisted and won the battle.
Maybe I'll watch that movie tonight - not to ruin my holistic vision of how I perceive it, but maybe to understand how someone else understands this personal time of you and the road. I like to run because it's between me and me - and I hope the positive, good, healthy me wins.
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