I went out running for the first time in over a year on Friday night; uh yeah, on a Friday night that is what I did... lame and boring, or not? All week, before I went to sleep at night, I planned on an early morning run. It never happened. Friday night, Our Son was asleep early-ish, and John and I were hanging out. I told him I really wanted to go for a run, but it was too late, already dark; he didn't think it was too late... so off I went. I have never run at night. Chili Peppers and Rob Zombie serenaded me while I ran. I suck at running; I am terrible, but there is something that I love about it... even though I can't run fast or far. I find myself in a simple, quiet space... except for the music that I always want super loud. The other wonderful thing about running... is that it is only about me. I have no clue how fast (or slow) I am compared to others, and no idea how far I run. It is all about me, and what I do... not compared to anyone else.
Me Sunrise at our Island in Canada August 2008 |
Lately, I have been thinking about how we seem to always compare ourselves to other people. Sometimes this is a very good thing; when you see another accomplish something (big or small) and it motivates you in some way (big or small). However, I think, that more often, comparing ourselves to other people makes us feel like we aren't quite good enough. When I run at night, or climb un-graded boulder problems alone, there is no one to compare myself to... the experience is pure. It is just the experience.
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