What is it about running?

I can start out for a run and feel horrible, by the time I hit the first mile I am already in a better mood. That's the runner's high, I guess. I love the freedom of it. I can choose to focus on something that has been bugging me or to not think at all. There is a simplicity in the motion that lets me, if only for a short time, let go of who I am. People say it is better than therapy and I tend to agree.

This morning I rose after a restless night. The last thing I wanted to do was head out for 5 or 6 miles. I knew I would regret it later if I went back to bed for another hour, so on went my Brooks Infinitis and I was out the door. Today I needed to run, to beat down my inner doubts and to recharge my soul. Luckily, it is a gorgeous day. Savannah hasn't quite entered that time of oppressing heat and humidity that lasts from late May through September.

I didn't want complete peace and quiet and needed a little motivation. Nothing like a few Bouncing Souls albums on shuffle to get the feet moving. So I ran and my internal conflicts ceased. I hit my favorite part of today's route and was happy again. Dripping sweat and breathing hard, the sun rose higher and filtered through the live oaks draped in Spanish moss. My head was finally clear.

This is why I get out of my warm bed, this makes it all worth it. It also keeps me from worrying about my daily ice cream habit.

Hullo.

Leave it to me to be late as usual getting on the bandwagon. I figure I like to read blogs and write in my journal, so why not throw something out there? There is no set theme to this, mostly random thoughts and musings along with current and possibly fleeting interests.