Lately I've been throwing music at myself during my runs, like a burglar does at watch dogs. Just something to keep them occupied while you do the business. With my thoughts inundated with country music they couldn't start complaining about not wanting to run, or feeling hot and bothered.
But in a way I kinda lost myself, because those pesky thoughts are part of me, and without them it's just not the same.
So today I went for a spiritual run: no music, just me and my thoughts, and mother nature of course. And you know what: it wasn't that bad, in fact it was kind of nice. I felt as if I was really there during my run, not thinking about some man who'd done me wrong but feeling my body move and listening to my breath.
I'm not saying no to running to music, I love my country songs, but I've learned you've got to give your thoughts a chance to sing too.
Today was a great run, today I ran for my spirit.