Running For Clarity
I’m struck by clarity when I run. I mean really struck. Like bolt of lightening struck. It’s an amazing feeling to have an issue clobbering me for days and then shazzam, I go for a run and I get it. I don’t know if that means I have a bit of glue stuck in my head, my heart or my neurological pathways, that keeps me from processing issues to their completion, or if for me, running just makes me focus on whatever is most on my mind so I deal with it!
I listened to a friend tell me the story of finding some questionable items in her husband’s pile of debris from his pockets that made her worry that he might be cheating. I remember as she told me, we were at the 4-mile marker of a 6-mile run. We had reached the top of a hill. I looked at her. I knew. She was right. I didn’t know her or her husband that well, but her suspicion had to be right on. I just knew it.
I spoke to another friend during a very quick run about her need to leave her husband. She couldn’t bring herself to do it yet. But she felt strongly that she needed to act. I felt in my toes that she was absolutely correct.
And then another friend confided in me that she knew she loved this fellow and that they were to marry. Not right away. But she knew he was the one. I was the only one she told. And yes, she shared this with me while we ran a quick, 2-mile run on a warm, spring day.
Maybe we all get a little clarity on a good run. Go out and get yours today. I’m off to find mine.
May your next run be a good one.