I had nervous butterflies all week about Saturday's ten mile run. Although I knew that I could do it, I have never run that far before and the idea of panting my way all the way to the five mile mark only to turn around and do it all over again made me slightly queasy.
I actually did much better than I expected, even getting the occasional burst of energy and picking up speed. The cool thing about distance is that my mind begins to wander and once I start daydreaming, its hard to make me snap out of it. (Ask my parents, this is probably the source of my selective hearing growing up.) the rhythm of my Nikes on the trail became the metronome for my thoughts, providing a beat upon which my imagination composed a melody of fleeting thoughts and loosely knitted story lines. Before I knew it, I was turning around.
The run was at Shoreline park, a sprawling landscape of dusty trails, tall grass, and sparking water. The weather was perfect for a run. A slight breeze kept the sun from overheating us and the cloudless sky was the perfect canvas to fill with positive thinking. Corny, right? I can't help it. My cure for negative thoughts while running is to fill my head with positive ones. It is starting to spill over into my life outside of running as well. I don't mind. :)
I'll leave you with a photo of some of us post run. Still smiling!
Dodge
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