I didn’t feel like a run yesterday but I still headed out the door to keep up the habit. I decided a stroll was in order… down a different route…
My morning run has been a slow progression to a place of strength for me, physically and mentally. It reminds me of that lovely quote by Swett Marden …”The beginning of a habit is like an invisible thread, but every time we repeat the act we strengthen the strand and add to it another filament, until it becomes a great cable and binds us irrevocably, thought and act” .
… and do you know how I keep running even though my knees crackle and my hips ache and I’m going to be on the wrong side of 45 any day now? I remind myself that one day I will not be able to do it and it will all just be a distant memory that I summon from the deep recesses of my older brain, desperate to relive the physicality of it all. I will try to remember how strong I felt and how the breeze felt on my face, how my mind went elsewhere and how some days I would return home in what seemed like only 5 minutes and wonder where I’d been for the last hour.
“It’s possible to forget how alive we really are. We can become dry and tired, just existing, instead of really living. We need to remind ourselves of the juice of life, and make that a habit. Find those places inside that jump for joy … and do things”. Unknown.
I like that. ‘Do things’. Great advice!