Friends and family sometimes ask what I think about when I am running. Besides thinking about the pain in my knees and occasional thoughts of “if I get hit by a car, can I roll off the windshield like Jacky Chan?” Physically, form follows function when I am running : keep a good pace, breath at a regular pattern, have your arms close to your side, be aware of peripheral things but focus and envision the finish line. Running puts me in a similar state of mind about my thoughts and emotions. Its an opportunity to organize my mental workspace–to sort and make sense of the tenuous clutter on my desk and tower of things in my inbox. There are emotions and thoughts I put hide in folders and bury under other seemingly more important matters. So step by step I lay them all out, examine, piece things together, keep what I need and toss out what I don’t. Efficient, mind and body.
2 months till 13 miles of huffing and puffing through the happiest place on Earth. I ain’t gonna go out like a punk and get picked up by the Micky Mouse golf cart. Lock down begins.
Soundtrack of Mi Vida: Honest Goodbyes – Bic Runga