While I was running on tiny paths somewhere behind the winery tonight, I thought about why I run. I also thought I would die on the spot, but not every run can be a good run, I have learned.
Tonight was one of the worse runs I ever did. I hurt even before I set out, and it didn't stop until the final two or three kilometers. My heart poked me from inside, my lungs burned, the wind blew into me and slowed me down, I didn't see the bigger stones laying on the ground and almost strained my ankle.
If ever you want to run yourself senseless every two days, I recommend you don't lengthen your run by one third on a whim and do that two days in a row. On the third day there'll be hell to pay, I promise. 'Senseless' only works if you are actually able to put one foot in front of the other.
So if today was so bad, why on earth would I go out there again day after tomorrow ?
I could tell you it was because I love pushing my body to its limits. But that would be rather grand of me. While I'm running I don't feel grand, I'm only grateful nobody can see me. In my head a little voice screeches 'see, I told you so. You could be happily drinking a beer and eating a cupcake, my dear, but NO, you have to be out here, trying to separate your lungs from the rest of your body, young lady. Do you hear me ?'
So maybe I run because I have hypoglycemia (big time) and my blood sugar is stable if I run.
Eating 450 supplementary calories is not to be underestimated. Maybe something sweet ?
The dog needs the run to be happy.
I need the run to be happy.
I love to see the countryside in different light each day. The other night I was afraid I wouldn't get back until after nightfall, which would have been awkward, and boy, did I run fast that day. Arrived at home with the last daylight.
It's the only moment of complete solitude I have.
Living on the edge is what I like. There's always the chance I might break an ankle out there. I always imagine how I will then send Orion the dog to the winery to get the rescue crew.
But all that are only minor reasons I could come up with to tell a nifty story.
Truth is, I only run because I get to wear fancy special socks that have 'left' and 'right' written on them and make me howl with laughter, and I can shower twice in one day. Hot water is my very favorite thing in the world.