Week 1: Miles Run Per Training: 3
My first three miles on my way to 12.
This week was the first of many to my road to a half marathon.
Preface: I actually hate running. I hate it so much. Running is close to eating shit that I'm allergic to on the list of painful things in my life, but it's one of the few places I feel like I am moving. It's nice to feel fluid and free and for once not the least bit stagnant. It's nice to not have contact with anyone, and to not be able to get bogged down by those around me. Not even metaphorically, physically too. 80% of the time I have no idea where I am going so no one (including myself) has my actual physical location so communication is pretty cut off.
It's a beautiful thing, being gone.
Something you can't even put into words.
I think people underrate the idea of going invisible for a while. Our society has this weird belief that if you aren't in a relationship, or surrounded by friends you are inherently sad. It's a trap we have all fallen into and a trap I see myself lured into everyday.
But when I am running that trap dissolves, and those shackles are finally unlocked.
I am unbound.