It was the best of times, it was the worst of times….
Yesterday I went for a quick run that ended up lasting an hour. It’s not like I haven’t run for an hour before, but I’ve only run for an hour or more when I was trying to reach a goal. Yesterday….ahh, yesterday I just kept running because it felt so damn good, because the day was brilliant bright and chilly, because within running distance of my house I have two parks with excellent running trails ready and waiting, because the music on my shuffle was superb….it just all came together for an awsome run that just kept on dishing up great views, good trails, and winter endorphins.
Towards the end of the run, as I headed down to the path along the waterfront, the view revealed itself: sun blazing, glinting on the water, the snow on the Olympics bright and beautiful, it all took my breath away to a degree I nearly started to cry–it was all so perfectly unexpected.
Now today I look out the window and see the sun starting to burn the fog off the Salish Sea and think: wow, it would be so cool to have that run again!
But it doesn’t work that way, and I know it. Every time I’ve tried to recreate a particularly fabulous run, or surf experience, or dinner date, or just about anything that peaks in a surprisingly wonderful way, it backfires. It just doesn’t work. Who knows all the ways and reasons something comes together in every way now and then?
So, I’ll probably head out today, and will probably start on the same route, and will probably have a secret wish in the back of my head that today’s run will be as good as yesterday’s, but bottom line: just run. That’s all. And be grateful every step for good health and a lucky life.
Oh and one last thing: after several months working on my stride, following the tips in Born to Run, the last week I’ve really started to notice a change: I have long stretches of running like a kid, back straight with weight forward on the mid to upper part of my feet, arms loose and pumping. And guess what, even after a long run, the next day my heels are not bothering me so much at all.
Also, I’ve let my tennis shoes break down and taken the little wedge out of the heel…this summer I practiced running barefoot, doing laps around the soccer field in the park. I have to believe it’s working: the coordinating muscles in my feet are super strong, taking some of the stress off my heels!
Born to Run is on my top 10 list of books this year, for sure.