As I prepared for my morning run, I mentally outlined the post I was going to write upon my return.
The plan was for an article on how I’ve lost hope, can’t stop thinking about The Sweet Irish Girl, how I have no motivation, and the fact that there was nothing on the horizon to indicate that any of this would change.
I set out for a three mile run, my eighth run in the last two weeks, and figured I’d write it in my head to distract me from how much I hate running.
Then I turned onto Eastern Avenue, the street on which I spend a majority of my run, and stumbled right into the middle of a color run/walk for charity.
Of course, I was going the wrong way, so I was suddenly charging into a wall of people, which caught everyone by surprise.
They were all happy and determined. I was miserable and cranky.
I noticed the color station just ahead, and quickly fought through the crowd to get to the other side of the street, which was safely monochrome.
Most of the participants wore tee shirts with the name of the cause on the front, but those shirts had since been covered in a variety of colors, so I couldn’t make out the name.
There were a lot of folks running with dogs, though, so it made me think that this color run/walk might have been for animals.
Regardless, the unexpected shake up to my running routine left me flustered. I was suddenly on the wrong side of the street, I was constantly on the look out for color stations to dodge, and there were just so many people watching me and my fitness struggle.
I stopped for a moment to catch my breath and get a handle on the situation, and that was when I realized that the colors were not only on the shirts of event’s participants.
Eastern Avenue had exploded with fall foliage colors, and I was about the run right past it without even taking the time to admire it.
After all, I do enjoy driving my friends crazy on Facebook with annoying photos of me on my runs.
I know the famous quote is about stopping to smell the roses, but this is Maine in autumn, so I did a little rewrite and decided to stop to enjoy the fall foliage.
And you know what, Modern Philosophers? It truly helped. Suddenly, I wasn’t just trudging down the road begrudgingly getting in my three miles.
Now I was just a guy outside enjoying a gorgeous autumn day. It’s crazy what that quick change in my thought process did for my attitude.
The pressure to push myself a little harder was gone. I no longer cared about the stop watch running on my phone. It didn’t matter that there was no one waiting for me back at The House on the Hill.
I was taking in my surroundings and realizing how lucky I am to live in Maine.
Clearly, there is so much in my life that I cannot control, but I do have the ability to slow down things, open my eyes, and look at the beauty all around me.
I smiled and explained that I was just a citizen out for a run, and thanked him for checking on me.
The thing of it was, Modern Philosophers, I wasn’t headed in the wrong direction at that point. For the first time in a few months, I felt like I finally I had myself back on course.
I’m glad that I accidentally wandered into all that color because my life was getting a little dull…
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