Today's run wasn't satisfying. Not because I didn't run far enough, long enough, fast enough. Not because I was bored or out of shape or dehydrated after drinking absolutely no water all day (whoops). It didn't leave me with a refreshing sense of accomplishment; a better mood after a dull (and then disappointing) day; or a clear head, free of stressful thoughts and irritation.
No; even a good run can't always cure a poor attitude, though it usually does for me. It doesn't always benefit to go for a relaxing run during the warmest part of a cold, winter day, with some of your favorite music blasting in your ears.
Though I'll try to forget about this less-than-encouraging outing, on some level, I believe it served a purpose. I can assume it had some effect on my body, even though I feel no stronger or weaker. It may have even affected my mentality in a way even I can't observe. I might have learned something on this run that will guide me during another, but I've no clue as to what sort of knowledge I may or may not have gained. Perhaps someone saw me on the road and received the inspiration they've been longing for. I could have stepped on a bug that either was in misery and awaiting death or was on a killing spree and needed to be stopped.
The point is this: whether negative or positive, my actions had some effect--on someone, something, the world, the universe, life...Don't worry; I've got too many tattoos to be a hippie. I may never know what was gained or lost because of it, but I take comfort in knowing it wasn't for nothing (that and the idea that a deer may have seen me and thought, "how peculiar").
peace
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