I usually take an in-depth look at my decisions retrospectively and assess what I could have done differently for a better outcome. I can look at my life in both directions whether forward or backward, but I see running unorthodoxly because there is always something new to do next, such as running faster or further. I do not recall that I regretted either a race or workout. For me, running is a one-way path.
This past Monday, I was mentally broken for no apparent reason, and I hated witnessing my time to go by doing nothing. I knew that running would bring my broken pieces together.
I decided to go for a three-mile run to fix the mood, but I ended up with six miles which were runstastic.
I felt like a new person when I came home.
Some of my friends wonder why I run. My answer would be for many reasons; some of them health-related and others are not. The health-related reasons would be physical and mental wellbeing, while the non-health ones are food-loving behavior, so I can have little extra food. I sometimes run to just have something neutral to talk about.
Whatever my reasons are, I really enjoy running.
For me, being typical is boring. Being is more adventurous and fun. You may make stories and share experiences by being different and unpredictable.
I like to run when the weather is nice “typical.” But this does not happen often, so I do not wait for the weather to decide for me the best date and time to run. Instead, I choose when to run even when it is rainy, cloudy, or even cold.
In one of my trail runs last summer, I got lost because the trail was not clear to me, so I ended up in this random spot you see in my picture. I thought that my town looked more beautiful from Above than below.
For me, a variety of things has a journey that consists a start and an endpoint; humans have a beginning when they are born and a finish when they die, and many nonliving objects have the same path. Their functional cycle commences when they are manufactured and stops when they are broken. Some of the defective stuff can be repaired so it can be used for a long time, but it would not be as good as if they were new.
Running also follows almost a similar path with a slight difference, which is the concept of a restart. When I started running a few years ago, my running was neither fun nor pleasant, so I had to take a break shortly after I start, then Restart the same run. Gradually, I noticed that my break time got shorter and my running distance became longer, and that was a progress. Although there is a restart “button” in running, I do not get the same experience each time.
This is my first time to recognize this word, premonition. I think I will be able to use this word in this post, and I hope I use it correctly.
I sometimes have premonitions that things may happen, and in many instances, I cannot describe what and how they will happen, but I can feel them. These warnings can be sensed by different forms of feeling such as: being uncomfortable or having heaviness in my chest or even scared.
In 2003, Saddam Hussein was on the loose after the US invade Iraq, and the US army was trying to capture him which occurred on the 13th of December. It was a big deal for the nation to witness a dictator in a miserable situation. We thought that he was an invisible monster that no one would find him.
He must be smart to some extent to be able to exploit a country for 35 years.
It was daytime when I felt uncomfortable all of sudden with no prior triggers; I was also scared. I kept that feeling for myself and tried to ignore it for a few hours, but my vigilant mother noticed that I was acting weird. My mom asked if everything was all right with me; that question was my motive to open up and tell her what I was holding. I expressed to her that a big thing was about to happen. She kept questioning me if I had some bad dreams the night before or if I was sick; My answer to her inquiries was simply no. At that moment, my mother became concerned and kept an eye on me just in case.
A Few hours later, there was a breaking news on TV. I don’t remember the headlines but all the news channels were talking about Saddam’s capture; it was shocking.
I felt good after this because nothing dangerous happened to my family and friends.
People volunteer their time and effort for different causes and agencies in their communities, and I have been volunteering for one of the local non-profit organization for more than one year now. Last night, I had a volunteer meeting for that agency, and the coordinator was a professional yoga instructor, who decided to do a brief yoga session to help us to relax before we start the meeting.
I have not practiced yoga before because I am just not into yoga. I may change my mind if I do it regularly over a period of time, but for now, I am not into yoga. I totally understand the benefits of incorporating yoga into a runner’s life. During yoga, we follow the instructions in a comfortable environment. One of these directions was that to recall a peaceful moment from our life and focus on that moment. I tried to have a pleasant moment but I could not, seriously. That does not mean that I had a bad childhood or awful life. While the instructor gave more guidance about her yoga world, I got lost in my world. Why was it hard for me to bring a peaceful moment?
My Assay for what happened was that running was my tool of converting my stress and negativity into necessary fuel to operate my muscles and joints as a machine that generates positive vibes in my world, and my body would absorb that positivity to keep me going throughout the day. My run was mainly based on bringing up a painful memory or situation and try to erase it from my mind in a healthful way.
Because I have adapted running as a lifestyle, I have found that it would be hard for me to shift my focus from destroying a painful memory to nurturing a peaceful one, but that is just me.
I have been Encrusted with the act of taking care of myself; emotionally, physically, and spiritually. I am neither selfish neither mean. I am just loyal to me.
Stress is a constant variable in our life, but our reaction to it is inconstant.