There are few things in this world that can’t be solved by running 15 miles. There is something magical about “the long run,” every runner’s ritual weekend endeavor. The run is long, it is slow, and it is lonely. Hours pile upon hours, but the funny thing about running is that time takes on elasticity in its nature, toying with our subconscious with each passing mile.
Today I needed a run. I woke up and had no choice. My body dictated my actions, got my shoes on before I could even consider breakfast, and was out the door. My subconscious knows that running gives me childlike freedom of movement and freedom from self-consciousness; running enables me to relinquish control. There is some magical moment in a run, when euphoria sets in, and the mind can run through thought patterns and awareness only possible during those few special miles of clarity. It is in those miles that anxiety is conquered, weaknesses are identified, and strong is found.
My 15 miles on the pavement this morning found me and redefined the weaknesses and anxieties of my mind into great strength for the rest of the day and the upcoming week.
Find your strong. Find your release, and find a way to relinquish control, for life is better without boundaries.