I hear the rain beating against my windows and the trees swaying to the wind outside, as another evening comes to an end. My body screams in exhaustion, but my mind is alert and refuses to corporate with my body, so here I am back again writing.
There are times I don’t seem able to put a cohesive sentence together and that could go on for weeks, then again there are other times where my mind is over-flowing with thoughts and I find it hard to control them…today is one of those overflowing days.
I typically work 9 hours a day, but when I looked outside this afternoon and saw the sun shining, I felt claustrophobic and confined and had a dire need to head outside. I headed straight to the coffee shop and stayed there enjoying the warmth of the sun beating down on me.
After a while of sitting there, watching everyone either run or ride their bikes past me made me antsy. I knew it was time for me to lace up my running shoes again. Despite that every blog, book, magazine you read on running advises you not to run everyday, could they blame me for wanting to enjoy a warm winter day.
My mind typically bounces from one thing to another as I run, but today it was on writing, all the things I want to say on here. How much should I say and let my words flow freely. It is always hard trying to decide how much of your soul you want to bare. But I have learnt that sharing my thoughts with strangers seems easier than sharing these mundane thoughts with family and friends.
While running my stomach rumbles, bringing the thought of food to mind. I run past a lot of restaurants where the smell of food permeates, does nothing with helping me curb my thoughts on food. I rather think of food, writing and running, than love and heartbreak.
I force my mind to keep thinking of food, however I am at mile 5 debating between if I should keep going as darkness sets in or turning around, when the next song that comes on is ‘Not strong enough-by Apocalyptica’, reminding me once again of someone I am trying to forget.
I pick up my pace and try to outrun the song and not think about songs or him, but just how fast I can go.
Here I am back home and my GPS beeps and tells me I ran 7 miles. A smile crosses my face, despite the fact that the song came on, my thought of him was for a flashing second, now I can get my mind back to the food that awaits me.