So, I was running the other day… yes, what else is new?
I was running through Central Park, my required 5 mile run for half-marathon training… ok that’s kinds cool but what does it have to do with eyes?
And I was in total awe of how beautiful the park was with the setting sun sparkling off the snow and ice, which was covering the ground and trees. It looked something like a winter wonderland. A silent white glistening undisturbed other-world.
I suddenly had the desire to show everyone what beauty I stare at when I run. I wanted to share that with everyone.
It’s the same way I feel when I’m running Hudson Greenway/ Riverside Park path and the George Washington Bridge appears for the first time in the distance around a corner, peeking up from behind the trees.
Or the way I felt on New Years Eve on the downhill final mile of the run- New York City all lit up for the night coming into view in all it’s splendor and glory.
I don’t know how to show it. To share what I see. And I don’t know if any of you would care. I can’t find words to do the view justice… and I can’t stop a run every 2 minutes to take more pictures.
So what’s the point of this post?
I don’t really know. I do know that I haven’t written in ages and that when I’m running these are just things I realize. I suppose, what i see is so often what keeps me going. I’m almost finished with week 2 of training and it’s starting to take me to places that are truly challenging. I know it will only get harder before it gets easier and I reach the final prize. And when I’m somewhere in the middle of a run and my mind starts to talk me down and get tired I start looking around me. I put myself in the present moment and open my eyes to truly see what I’m in. I distract my mind with light and shadows and eventually it clears and is calm and quiet. My body takes over and I look on.
I had someone ask if I get emotional when I run… or when I’m done with a run. My reply- Yes. “When I do a really good run- in time, distance, or just feeling- I get a little choked up at the end (and sometimes in the middle when I hear my mile count and get really proud of myself). Partly because it’s over, and partly because- in that moment- I feel so powerful and amazing”.
I’m discovering how personal running can be. It’s become more then just a workout routine for me… more then just a way to lose weight or make myself forget about how lonely I am. It’s a time when it’s just me. I have to be honest and true to myself and no one else. It comes down to myself- body and mind, my shoes, and the road(or the tread mill).
I still have a long way to go to 13.1 miles… then eventually the big 26.2. In fact, in about 12 hours I’ll be out on a 5 mile run to wrap up this week. But the only one who’s gonna get me there is me.
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