That’s because the hate side has been winning decisively of late, and I hadn’t put on my running toga for three weeks. I do not like being a Couch Philosopher, but lately, my heart has just not been in it.
I found my inspiration today, however, from a most unexpected source: The New York Jets.
I was so pumped for today’s game, that I was decked out in my Jets’ tee shirt and jersey long before game time, and even wrote a poem for the blog about the game. For once, the Jets were doing well and this was a game they were supposed to win. It was on TV up here in Maine, and I was ready to watch it.
As the game progressed, it was obvious that things were not going to turn out as I’d hoped. Then I remembered that I’d made a wager on the game with a coworker who is a huge Steelers fan. I got angry that I was going to have to pay off that debt…a pound of salt and vinegar chicken wings. My favorite. I hate losing!
Somehow, all that anger got me motivated to go for a run. I changed out of my Jets gear and into my running toga. I was out on the road before the coaches had even met at midfield to shake hands.
I have to admit, it was tough going at first. I had three weeks of laziness weighing me down, so that didn’t help. It was such a beautiful afternoon, though, that I couldn’t allow a little tough going to ruin my run.
I quickly settled into a rhythm, replayed the Jets’ game in my head, and let the anger propel me down Eastern Avenue. Once I was lost in my mind and thrust ahead by all the bitter memories, I was in great shape.
Hopefully, I won’t go back into slacker mode and not run again for three weeks. I need to keep it up so that I have the stamina to shovel out the driveway of The House on the Hill once the snows come.
As those talented boys from Liverpool once sang: “All you need is run. All you need is run, run. Run is all you need.”
I know John, Paul, George and Ringo didn’t have me in mind when they wrote that song because it’s long before my time, but it definitely applied to me today.
I was having a bad weekend and working up a little sweat was exactly what I needed. That sense of accomplishment at the end of every run is a natural high that chases away the black clouds and improves moods.
If you haven’t tried this running thing yet, I highly recommend it…