Express Yourself
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.
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.
I can relate to that, well blogged Andrea.
ReplyDeleteI am the same way! I love it when I am so busy thinking about things during my run that I don't bother to look at the time. ps - I love the movie Office Space
ReplyDeleteI am so grateful to have you in my life! Seems random, but this post just reminds me how awesome you are!
ReplyDeleteI can totally relate to the emotions experienced on a run...maybe that's why I keep doing it even after getting injured or after a really bad run.
I definitely express myself in my blog and I wish I could do it more often, so I hear ya there too!
PS Your blog background is adorable! :)