This post is coming to you live from the front porch of The House on the Hill, Modern Philosophers. It is an incredibly gorgeous day, so I made the executive decision that all blog business be conducted outdoors.
I wasn’t this enthusiastic when I first woke up, however. I was still feeling the effects of last night’s wild Blog Birthday Party, and I was in no mood whatsoever for my morning run. Even though I desperately needed to get out on the road and work up a sweat.
So I procrastinated. When I took Latin in high school, I was so proud of myself for figuring out the origin of that word. “Pro” means “for” in Latin, while “cras” means tomorrow. I think I earned my toga with that one way back at age 14!
It’s amazing what will catch my attention when I’m in the mood to procrastinate. Things on the internet are a million times more interesting. I suddenly had an urge to write the perfect tweet, and read all the New York newspapers.
All to avoid going for a run. My mind was willing, but my body was being a lazy prick who refused to get up off the couch.
Eventually, I got the end of the internet. Rather than start again from the beginning, I put on my running toga, laced up my shoes, and headed out into the cold November morning.
Just like that, my whole mood about running changed. I couldn’t wait to mosey up that first hill and get some miles under my soles.
I don’t know what it is about running that makes me try to avoid it so much, because the moment I’m out there, I know I’ve made the right decision.
I could actually hear all the stress sliding off my shoulders and clanging against the black top behind me. My heart sped up and my body felt so alive. My mind drifted to thoughts of the healthy meal I planned to cook tonight, and to the email exchange I had with Matthias this morning about an upcoming screenwriting job.
Life was good. My breathing wasn’t labored. The sound of leaves being crunched under my sneakers made me smile.
And when I made it back to The House on the Hill, having survived yet another run through the wilds of Brewer, a ladybug settled on my knee while I stretched. Not sure if that’s a sign of good luck, or simply that ladybugs are attracted to sweat, but it made me feel positive about my choice to get some exercise and work on my wellness.
Then I couldn’t bring myself to go inside. It was so beautiful that I sat down on the porch, put my legs up on the railing, and took in the sunshine.
Eventually, my neighbors came over with a signed petition (50 signatures…I was impressed!) asking that I go in and shower. How could I not grant their request after they put it in all that hard work and used the proper legal channels?
It’s gorgeous out there, Modern Philosophers! You should take advantage of this weather because it won’t last, despite all those promises of global warming…