“There’s an eagle in the eastern sky, turning in the wind. Out across the evening, resting on the wing. If I had wings of an eagle, there’d be no holding me. I’ll be free, sailing free.
One day soon, I’m gonna run like the wind “
The last few days I have felt trapped, confined within the white walls of my apartment as the wind outside howls and the rain keeps beating against my windows. Summer seems to have got lost in the last few days, mysteriously replaced, and forgotten by Mother Nature, who insists on giving us rain for days. The rain has become like bothersome friend who is overstaying his or her welcome.
It is hard for me to appreciate the subtleties of life, to find magic in everyday moments when the weather has a way to dampen my normally cheery disposition. I find myself in sour mood because of the rain. It’s stopping me doing my normal chores outside of the house.
I want to go run, after all I have to be able to run 13.1 miles in exactly 2 weeks. With the pressure of the marathon hanging over my head, I constantly head to the window to peek if the rain has finally decided to take a break and maybe let the sun out for a few minutes.
Finally I catch a glimpse of the sun, trying hard to peak out of a cloud, which is sufficient to make me put on my running shoes and pound the sidewalk for a few miles.
I always talk about cooking/baking and how I came to do that, but I have never talked about why I started to run.
I have never been a runner. I never wanted to run and really only thought that I would run if I was being chased, I was chasing someone or was trying to catch a bus. But a few years ago that changed, when I started to run for different reasons.
Running started about 5 years ago when my ex and I went our separate ways, it was a way to deal with the hurt and pain. I remember when I first laced up and went for a short run, I came back all winded. But the more I did it the easier it became. Of course I had no intention of ever running a marathon or half of it, but here I am years later, running miles and miles and even though I still use it as a form of escapism, at least now I have a goal of finishing a half marathon.
It has now become something that I do to help me clear my mind, and it is a test of my limits and gives me purpose in life and sometimes I feel like running saved my life. Am I being dramatic with that statement ? Probably to some yes, but it somehow helps me clear my head and focus on something besides whatever is currently going on.
My friends ask me why I do it and why I signed up to run 13.1 miles; my answer now is very different from what I would have said years ago. Now I do it because of my love for running and mostly because I can. Before, I would have said something else completely different or probably not even have had an answer.
Like a few things in my life, running took a back seat, but about a year ago, my heart was torn into pieces by the man I love and that’s when I once again found solace in running. I ran through the cold, warm weather, holidays, birthday…no matter what, I put on my running shoes and ran like the wind.
As the days get closer and I can start the countdown to the marathon, I can’t imagine my life without it, I feel a tinge of excitement in me…I had wanted to do this for a while, but always found an excuse to talk myself out of it, but finally here I am ready to rock and roll my way 13.1 miles to the finish line and not ask myself why I do it, but thankful that I found running.