This post has hardly anything to do with running. Well, that's probably untrue - in my life everything has to do with running. The more I improve my body, the more my mind improves and that's enough for me. It is something I can hold onto when all else fails. And these fall mornings are gorgeous for pounding the pavement.
This fall I am getting that promising feeling as if something is going to change for me in a big way. It's been a fun summer without any casualties, to my shocked relief. I am cautiously optimistic which is something I haven't truly felt since I began this blog in January 2010.
I have said it here before and I will say it again. I am not a competitive person by nature (Words with Friends notwithstanding). I don't have the aggressive component needed for coming in first. But almost three years ago I was in a situation where I did come in as the runner-up, leaving me with an all consuming heartache that remains unmatched. I've gauged recent disappointments by this, saying, "are you half as heartbroken as you were then?" The answer is, inevitiably, "no." To which the reply is, "OK then, shut up and move on."
People say you can't run away from your problems but when the problem is not yours and you are still haunted by it, the best thing to do is to put your sneakers on and run.
