On my run tonight I was thinking about November jogs at night, it was strange because I was running on the same exact route around my neighborhood and I suddenly remembered writing this post back a few years ago. I came home, and found it and it is pretty much word for word how I am feeling these days...so I decided to dust it off and bring my words back to life, enjoy!
Ummm... outside of fun activities my life has actually been rather dreary lately. I got sick last week right in the middle of 3 huge exams. I've been feeling really nostalgic, it always happens this time of year, I'm not really sure why. I think it's the smell of the autumn leaves, and the way my ears ache after going for a crisp November jog. I haven't really been nostalgic for a specific period in my life. But maybe more nostalgic for the easy haze everything had over earlier in life. I'm not really sure how to explain it.
Like monday night, I was a mess so without even thinking I grabbed my running shoes and lept off my front porch, my legs and breathing took the emotional beating. My heart was sick of taking the punches, it was my body's turn in the ring. My heart present, it was still a contestant in my jog. The warm blood that kept me moving, beating, pulsed through and around my head, as my arms and legs cut through the darkness, I almost felt like I was playing chicken with the cars on the road. After all- they could barely see me. But my white sweatshirt stuck out to their guiding lights and they swayed to the other side of the asphalt.
My favorite part of running in the cold, is feeling the warm shot of blood, heat, and adrenaline run under my frigid goose-bumped skin. The thought that if you were standing there in the road, stationary... perhaps sticking your thumb out in the air- looking to get away- Looking for an escape, to go someplace alone, you would be freezing. Shaking in your running shoes. But if you are running away, the movement saves you. Running from it all gives you warmth, even if you ears burn with cold. Putting one foot in front of the other gives you strength to figure it all out. Even if by the time you reach your front door again, you feel more dizzy and nauseous than you did leaping off that porch in the first place. Hopefully while your body took the beating, your heart got to sit on the sidelines for a minute and rest from the horrible fight life throws at it.
Like monday night, I was a mess so without even thinking I grabbed my running shoes and lept off my front porch, my legs and breathing took the emotional beating. My heart was sick of taking the punches, it was my body's turn in the ring. My heart present, it was still a contestant in my jog. The warm blood that kept me moving, beating, pulsed through and around my head, as my arms and legs cut through the darkness, I almost felt like I was playing chicken with the cars on the road. After all- they could barely see me. But my white sweatshirt stuck out to their guiding lights and they swayed to the other side of the asphalt.
My favorite part of running in the cold, is feeling the warm shot of blood, heat, and adrenaline run under my frigid goose-bumped skin. The thought that if you were standing there in the road, stationary... perhaps sticking your thumb out in the air- looking to get away- Looking for an escape, to go someplace alone, you would be freezing. Shaking in your running shoes. But if you are running away, the movement saves you. Running from it all gives you warmth, even if you ears burn with cold. Putting one foot in front of the other gives you strength to figure it all out. Even if by the time you reach your front door again, you feel more dizzy and nauseous than you did leaping off that porch in the first place. Hopefully while your body took the beating, your heart got to sit on the sidelines for a minute and rest from the horrible fight life throws at it.
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You are a great writer, truly. I love reading your posts!
sorry in advance for being such a creeper and stalking your blog when I don't even know the last time I saw or talked to you. but I agree with kirstyn, you really are a great writer. Hope everything's going okay for you. thanks for sharing this again.
fabulous post! You have mad writing skills. I am sitting here and my heart hurts like none other, I should go for a run! That is awesome you wrote this a few years ago!
magic. great post :)
This is amazing writing.
Maybe I should go for a run.
My favorite part: "my legs and breathing took the emotional beating. My heart was sick of taking the punches, it was my body's turn in the ring." xoxo
this was the motivation i needed today.
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