I went for a jog the other day. I’m not much of a runner, but something clicked. Not physically – more of an Aha Moment.
I know so many people, women especially, who have recently trained for a big race. Women you would least expect to wake up at 5am and run everyday. Why run a 10 miler, or a marathon instead of say, taking boot camp, or just hitting the gym a few days a week?
For some, it probably is about a physical goal, staying in shape, accomplishing something previously thought impossible. Maybe it’s about the mental clarity -the fresh air, the music on your ipod, the sound of your heart pumping. Your thoughts eventually become as numb as your body when you hit mile nine. (Or in my case, mile three.)
Really, though, I think it’s about getting the f*ck away.
Away from the boss who makes you cry,
Away from the fertility doctors,
Away from the the toddler throwing a tantrum,
Away from the dishes, the piles of laundry, the bills,
Away from the ailing family member,
Away from the judgmental mother, the “perfect” sister
Away from Match.com,
Away from monotony of the suburbs.
Away. Away. Away.