“Run and become” they say, like it’s some sort of metaphor for life. But, if this was the case, what is the part of which we are meant to “become?” Who, or what, does that refer to, or actually mean?
As runners, does that mean that every long straight we tiredly stride on, every hill we climb where the odds seem forever against us, and every fallen branch we are forced to leap over is all to connect a puzzle of which we are not, in the present, fully aware of?
If this was indeed the case, why is it that we set our alarm clocks at a time where most would turn their nose up at, put our running shoes on and tie our laces in the first place? Isn’t the act of running supposed to help free ones spirit? To detoxify from the daily stresses of life?
Running shouldn’t be labelled as anything, just as a human-being shouldn’t ever be judged. But, if running were to be labelled, I would hope it would be done so as an event of expression. A foundation of ones 24-hours. A representation of what you’re made of. A reflection, of you.
If I have failed to see where the natural art of such an excitement daily practise has fallen short from, I, for one, am disappointed.
Enjoy running for what it is, not for some deeply and unknown philosophical reason of what it could be.
“Run and have fun” on the other hand, is a term that I, and I’m sure many others, can most definitely get used to.
Furthermore, having the choice to run in the first place is in indeed a magical gift within itself, let alone the joy it brings to an individuals soul, warmth to ones heart or the bearing weight it may help to unload off of someones shoulders after it’s been nesting there for so long.
Run for therapy. Run for enjoyment. Run for freedom. Run for, life.
Until the next one, keep working hard, and stay awesome, my friends.
– Chris Jones