I have different kinds of runs. And I don't mean skipping like a child or doing tempo runs, or desperately-crawling-towards-the-finish-line runs. I mean different in the company I keep.
For example, there's my one dollar portable radio companion run. When I do my radio run I always do a lot of arm exercises, because the reception is so terrible.
After my radio run I'm all up to date on the state of the world. When I come home, all sweaty and tired, I say to my hubby in passing: 'Isn't it a terrible thing! Did you hear what happenend in Timbooktoo?!'
Another run is my mp3-player run, which I've loaded up with Country and Western music. And while I'm running about I wonder together with Deana Carter: 'Did I shave my legs for this?!' and I run extra fast when I hear Connie Francis singing: 'Don't come home a drinkin' with loving on your mind!'
And then there's my run with just my thoughts to keep me company. I think those are my best runs, but they're also the hardest, because there's nothing to distract me from the work my body is doing. Besides, as Joey in Friends discovered: 'I thought it'd be great, you know? Have some time alone with my thoughts... turns out, I don't have as many thoughts as you'd think.'
But no matter how different my companions during my runs are, the end result is always the same: I feel a more balanced woman!