Late Night (Chad Valley Remix) | Foals

I never really considered myself a runner. 

Besides doing the one-mile run required by the government, you never found me on the track at school. I never understood the cross-country runners. I never understood why they would run for miles only to end up right where the started. It just didn’t seem that productive to me. 

I remember trying out running in undergrad. I remember going for runs on the weekends to see if they felt as good as people said they did. I remember running into a friend while on a run. When I stopped to say hi they asked “Wait, was that you coming from down there? Damn you’re fast.” And then I stopped.

I remember taking up running again when I moved to San Francisco. In the mornings, I would run around the mission and up and down the hills of Potrero. When someone at work found out I did that, they asked me to do a sprint triathlon with them. I remember running just over a 9min mile, after swimming for half a mile and biking for 13. And then I stopped.

And now I’m running again.

I’m beginning to wonder if there’s a pattern to my running. I wonder there are triggers to why I start. Like maybe I start running when something big happens that i want to avoid. Or maybe it’s the opposite. Maybe I run when I have to sit still and deal with it. Like running is this way I can just take off and escape when reality won’t let me. Like it’s my way to act out my urge of flight when I really have to fight.

Today I ran at 10 miles/hour for over a minute.

I’m guessing that means tonight’s gonna be a tough one.