(Hey guys: y’all have been really quiet and let me ramble on here by myself for a bit, but I would love to hear from you again! poke, poke; nudge, nudge)
Just completed a nice easy 3-3.5K (ish) run. And I didn’t have to stop to walk (although I did experience my first run/limp combo as a result of this, which amused me).
Today was great. Weather: umm…at least it’s not raining? Actually, it’s kind of perfect running weather (maybe a few degrees cooler than what I would like though) and the wind was gentle enough to guide me along, but not fierce enough to control me.
Only a few steps in and it happened. I smelled it. Fresh.Cut.Grass. Holy amazing smell. I had forgotten about that smell. (Spring/Summer has yet to hit the East Coast for all my non-Atlantic Canada readers.) That smell just completely took over me. Perhaps my other senses had been numbed by the cold, but that smell was so powerful, it became me (yeah, I know that sounds corny, but it’s the best way I can explain it). I carried that smell with me for a good 2K.
I also smelled evergreens and I saw the fields and landscape, and even the “bonk” of a bug running into my forehead (or perhaps, my forehead ran into the bug?) made me laugh. I really do live in an amazing place. The cows still aren’t out though (I keep looking for them!), but I know they will be soon.
So while I was running and smelling amazing things (hey, I also live near farms: sometimes I smell not-so-amazing things), my mind wandered. Oh thank heavens, I haven’t lost this ability! Now, it didn’t wander too long…perhaps 1K or so…but it wandered. I’m mega proud of this.
What was I thinking of while I wasn’t focusing on the fatigue of my legs? Twitter. Yup, you read that right. It was my very close friend (and business partner) who gave me the kick in the butt I needed to get out for today’s run. We had been on Skype
chatting making very important business decisions and I was trying to cop out of my run. Clearly, my partner is good at whipping my bum motivating me when needed.
Anyway, since I was running and letting my mind wander, this conversation spilled into the whole big how we are all connected thing and how twitter really is making my world smaller. I could seriously write an entire post (or 10) about this topic alone, but let me just say that twitter is responsible for making the past year the most amazing year.
I work damn hard and it’s nice to have supportive people in my life. For me, it makes my life easier if my massage therapist already knows that I had a weak muscle when running this week, or if my personal trainer knows I didn’t sleep well so I might be more confused than usual during class. I love getting help with decisions and I love feedback on things I am pondering.
What does this have to do with running (you’re probably beginning to think the insides of my mind are quite a scary place…you’d be right)? Well, again, as corny as it sounds, while I was out there on a pretty deserted road, being the only person around (aside from the odd one in a car that zipped by), I did not feel alone. I had already told one person I was going for a run, so I knew she would hold me accountable. Two more of you are expecting me to run with you on Sunday and probably would appreciate it if I could physically keep up . . . and I know that shortly after I post this, I’ll hear words of encouragement from many more of you.
The connections are good my friends. As much as I felt connected to my place…the fields, the trees, the smell of grass, and even that poor bug who I collided with…I felt connected to all of you. Did you know that you all ran 3.ishK this afternoon too? Good on ya!