I sure wish that I had more time to write! However, just like anything, you make time for what you want to make time for. I've decided that training for a Marathon is more important than writing, hence, not much going on the blog, lately.
I did get a "long" run in yesterday. I ran by feel (without techy feedback) and did a little over 8 miles nice and comfy at a slow rate. This gave me well over an hour and a half to think about things as I run solo. I don't listen to music until I feel like it, in this case the last few miles.
The notion that I run to express myself came to mind. Though not in the way that you can express yourself through art or through, say, flair...
I was thinking more of the result of expression.
The "what comes out" of the act of expression.
When I run, I think. I consider. I mull over. Sometimes I feel convicted of something I'm not doing quite right. Sometimes I float back in time to a sad place and hit the pavement to pound it out. At times, I just feel darn grateful. I worship and praise. I've often been moved to tears on a long run, and cried for frustration and ran faster and faster on a short run.
What comes out of me when I run isn't always good. But it's better out, than in. Shrek said that one.
Anyway. I had more profundency to relate - but it's Saturday morning, my long run was done yesterday for the love of better weather, and our whole family has a 3-day weekend. Time to watch some Sci-Fi and rest the legs!
Now, get out there and express yourself.