It’s rainy and overcast here in Maine, but nevertheless, I am out on the porch of The House on the Hill. It’s my favorite place to write, and it’s so peaceful and quiet out here that I can be alone with my thoughts.
It’s amazing how many Deep Thoughts manage to bounce around inside my head over the course of a day, and they seem to multiply exponentially when I’m running.
This morning was no different. I woke up far too early for a day off, but I knew it was supposed to rain all day, so I got out of bed and prepared for my run. Running toga on, sneakers laced up, and ear pods blasting Foo Fighters Radio into my ears.
Despite Dave Grohl and the boys rocking my eardrums, my brain was still able to conjure up the Deep Thoughts at a much faster pace than I was running…
That Deep Thought was the loudest as I prepared to start my run. I was sore. I was tired. A lazy, rainy Sunday sounded wonderful.
If I’d given in to that thought, I would’ve hated myself later, and felt like I was falling back into my slacker ways that led me down the path to being overweight and out of shape. One day off becomes two, and next thing I know, I’m back to couch potato status.
My Deep Thoughts are very good at math, and they really seem to enjoy numbers and statistics. At the one mile mark, I was still feeling stiff and sore, the sky was getting darker, and there was a definite chill in the air.
This was the first morning of the Summer I’d had to wear a sweatshirt on a run. It seemed like everything was pointing towards cutting this one short, and getting back to The House on the Hill before the rain started.
Then I remembered that I never really loosened up for a run until I get that first miserable mile out of the way. I was already out on the road, so I might as well stick to the plan.
Sure, 2 miles is still a decent run, but since I’d set out to do 4, I would’ve felt like a failure.
I definitely found inspiration in my friend Christie’s running a 50 mile marathon in Washington yesterday. I was utterly blown away by that, and sent her a message of congratulations before I set out on my run.
Christie was always a star athlete. She played field hockey at U Maine, and she was always going on long runs. She’s like 15 years younger than I am, but 50 miles is still an impressive number no matter what your age.
Inspired by Christie’s accomplishment, I formed the Deep Thought that I was not only going to get my 4 miles in, but I was also going to push myself a little further.
That Deep Thought definitely had a point, Modern Philosophers. While I only added maybe another tenth of a mile to my run, it seemed more like 10 miles as I made my way back to The House on the Hill at a very slow pace.
I just kept thinking that the longer I was out on the road, the more calories my body was burning. That is the ultimate goal in all this, isn’t it?
It’s not like I’m training to be a long distance runner. I just want to get myself back into shape, build my self-confidence, and maybe give myself a chance at attracting a member of the opposite sex.
“You’re going to die out here, and since you don’t carry ID on your runs, the police will never be able to identify your corpse. You’ll be buried in an unmarked grave, and no one will even realize that you’re gone.”
Okay, so my Deep Thoughts get a little morbid when I hit the wall on a run. Luckily, there are so many thoughts bouncing around in my head that they eventually drown out the really depressing ones, and help me keep going.
I kept telling myself I could do it, and if I stopped to walk, even for a second, I was going to be pissed at myself. There are enough people in the world upset at me, I don’t need to add myself to the list.
With about a mile to go, I just felt it. My second wind, that extra gear…whatever you want to call it, it just kicked in. I saw a couple of walkers (not The Walking Dead kind, just two living people out for a stroll) far ahead on the other side of the road, and decided that I absolutely needed to catch up with them.
I was out of breath, really feeling it in my legs, so I chugged some water and tried to form one last positive Deep Thought to get me back to The House on the Hill.
The last hill of my run awaited me, and it was always a challenge even when I was feeling good. Today, it looked like Mount Everest.
Then a new song started, and it just spoke to me. The tune was “Bring Me To Life” by Evanescence, and it was exactly what I needed.
I sprinted up that last hill, which is something I never do, and then let the momentum on the other side carry me all the way to The House on the Hill.
I made it. Damn, did it feel good!
In case you need a little inspiration or motivation today, Modern Philosophers, here’s he video of the song that gave me a much needed push…
What do you do when you need that extra push, Modern Philosophers? How do you motivate yourself when you think your tank is empty? Do the positive thoughts always win out over the negative ones?