Running is Freedom

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Sunday, May 13, 2012

RUNNING IS FREEDOM
  

I say I love to run…and I do. Those who don’t run, do not understand. They view running as punishment. Yes, sometimes running can be painful especially towards the end, or when I go uphill, or if my  knees  start to give way. But the pain of running is an enlivening pain, unlike the endless constant miserable feeling of emptiness. Running is the opposite of emptiness. 


I run 3 miles a day during weekdays and  5 miles during weekends and when the weather permits. I have run along the rivers and streets of Tabaco and boulevard of Legazpi. I often run into bad part of these places and exposed my myself  to dogs, weirdos, drunkards, semi-  acquaintances and people who are bitter enough to think you are running to show off.


So why do I do it?  Because it’s free.  It makes me happy to get to use my legs and keep myself fit.  And it makes me feel GREAT! ..with italics, caps, bold type, exclamation point.
See? If I don’t run, my head tend to take a turn for the worse. Sometimes depression come from thinking too much about things. It’s just that me too, have bleak moments – anxiety, negativity, paranoia, stress , wanting to stay in bed forever, not looking forward to anything. 

But when I‘m running,  most of these feelings start to disappear.  I love the feel of the wind in my hair, the steadiness of my breathing, the thud of my running shoes against the crunch of the gravel and the dirty pavement.  The music I am  listening to filled my ears, my  eyes with the trees or buildings , the   wildlife sightings, the short chat  with the taho vendor while sipping the hot mixture. I love how running enhance my senses and how I feel so alive at the end of a run.


I can’t stop now. I know I can’t. Running is freedom.

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