It is one day closer to my half marathon. As much as I would love to sit here on the rooftop of the hotel watching the sunset and the waves crashing, I put on my running shoes, turn my music on and start my run.
The boardwalk is full of tourist and locals just strolling, enjoying the beautiful sunny day in Venice Beach, yet I feel alone while I dodge them during my run.
I run with no thoughts in my head, just enjoying my time away from the daily routine of life. No reminders of anything, just me, the beautiful sunset and palm trees swaying in the wind.
Someone screams on your left or on your right and it is typically a bike just whizzing past me. My mind is lost in the music once again, my feet trying to run to the beats coming out of my earphone.
It is mile 4, when I hear these words to a song. I am trying to understand why he sent me this song.
I wish I could fly, out in the blue
Over this town, following you
I’d fly over rooftops, the great boulevards
To try to find out
Who you really are
Trying to find out who I really am is no easy feat. After the heartbreak I had to deal with recently, I keep who I am under wraps, I no longer want to make myself vulnerable to anyone. Letting my guard down is no longer an option.
I know I am not defined by heartbreak or betrayal, even though it might play a big part in who I have become. This is not my first heartbreak and it probably might not be my last either. I have been hurt before, I have no doubt hurt people too, but I have learnt as I get older, that I have to take responsibility for my actions and face the consequences for the choices I make.
I want the person who sent me that song, to know who I am. I want him to know that I typically love with abandon. But for now I am cautious about anything and everything and anyone. I know that in time that the wall will start to crack and he will see who I really am, till that time, I want to stay guarded and maybe even figure out who I have become or want to become.
One of the best things from this vacation has been, well besides the endless array of food, the time spent with one of my best friends, who has done an absolutely great job of planning this trip.
It is friends like this that gives me comfort knowing that not all friends will stab you in the back. It is the little things that give me hope that one day that wall I have built around myself will crumble and that I will once again throw caution to the wind and love with abandon.
Till that day comes, I will keep running and running. Someday with no thoughts and somedays just to think.
Now that my 10 mile run is done, I am ready to sit back, enjoy being part of the tourist strolling this boardwalk.