Lately I've been doing my runs mindlessly.
I run out of the house and about an hour or so later, I find myself back there again. I know I ran in the meantime, but I can't remember doing it. I have no recollection of the trees I must have passed, passers-by that called out: 'Can't you go any faster?!' or what the weather was like.
Obviously I've been preoccupied. Worrying about my son Jan (12) and what school he should go to next year, worrying about all the stuff I had to buy for Christmas and worrying about worrying so much.
It's harder for running to work its magic if you don't pay any attention. There is of course the stress release gained by running, all that pent up adrenaline finding an outlet, but it feels a bit strange, running mindlessly.
It makes me feel like I've missed something.
It's a bit like parenting. The days fly by and before you know it, your kids are all grown up and you think: 'When did that happen?!'
So next time I go out for a run I'm going to try to release my worries while at the same time paying attention to what I'm doing.
Because who wants to miss out on the good stuff in life?!
I certainly don't!