There are days when I need to run all by myself. I don’t want to talk to anyone, and I don’t want to run anyone’s pace but my own. These are days where there is no particular focus. The run is random; it is predictable, it is just another run. 6 miles out and back. No watch to keep the time and no GPS to track my pace. Maybe too many things are going on, maybe not enough.
I think about things — I have my wishes, my daydreams, and my disappointments. I let my mind go. I just listen to the music and my feet follow. One foot in front of another. I run little harder and feel my breathing increasing. I pull with my arms, and let my feet turn over quickly. Sweat drips down my back and, in a blurr, I see people watching. And I don’t care what they think…Now, I’m ready for the day.