I used to run.
I miss running.
With spring around the corner I have a stronger and stronger urge to just get out there and run. I want to load up my iPod with new music --- music that compels me to move --- and run until I don't want to run anymore. I think getting to that point would take a while, and that makes me happy, because I want to be out there as long as I can.
I love running--- it allows me to get to go into a world where no one else lives... the way that being under water seems to affect other people. It's like I've stuck my head into another time and space. Running makes me feel really alive --- like I'm sucking the marrow out of life --- it puts me in touch with a part of myself that seems off limits until I'm out there, in my body.
Even while I run and I feel like my lungs are crushing me from the inside I keep going and I keep telling myself, "I am a runner. I am a runner. I am a runner."
And I am.
I'm just out of season.
I signed up for a small group at our church though; a running group. For three months, we'll run every Saturday morning, training to run a 5K together.
Already I'm feeling like a runner again. And I can't wait to breathe in the sun.