In fact, going out for a run is one of the very few times I feel I have near-complete agency over my life.
Earphones in, banging tunes on, and it’s half an hour (or an hour if I can be arsed) of me versus the music. The stopwatch stops when it stops, I’m not bothered about seconds or the odd minute. The traffic ebbs and flows, gaps open up to cross roads every now and then. People go about their own busuness, and I go about mine.
On my own, it’s one of the few half hours where I can think about my place in the world - what I can do; who I can do it for; why I’m doing it; and think a few things over to make sure I’m doing the right thing for the right people for the right reasons.
I’ll not bullshit any of you with nonsense like feeling “invigorated” or “revitalised” or “fresh” because I look and feel like a sack of potatoes after a run, but I definitely feel better about myself when I get to bed that day.
In fact, going out for a run is one of the very few times I feel I have near-complete agency over my life.
Earphones in, banging tunes on, and it’s half an hour (or an hour if I can be arsed) of me versus the music. The stopwatch stops when it stops, I’m not bothered about seconds or the odd minute. The traffic ebbs and flows, gaps open up to cross roads every now and then. People go about their own busuness, and I go about mine.
On my own, it’s one of the few half hours where I can think about my place in the world - what I can do; who I can do it for; why I’m doing it; and think a few things over to make sure I’m doing the right thing for the right people for the right reasons.
I’ll not bullshit any of you with nonsense like feeling “invigorated” or “revitalised” or “fresh” because I look and feel like a sack of potatoes after a run, but I definitely feel better about myself when I get to bed that day.
This is how I felt when I lived somewhere I could use my bike as my main form of transportation. Absolutely liberating