Monday, June 03, 2013
Many times when I'm running alone, I don't listen to music. I just like the sounds of running, like my squeaky orthotic inserts, the wind in the grass/trees/etc., and my breathing. I also like to try to connect with other people on the trail, so I smile or wave or give the more manly head-nod. And I think I have mentioned before, I imagine what their stories are. I am halfway across the country from "home" -- regardless of whether you consider my actual address or my soul-home -- so it's a completely different set of people.
There was a strange couple, where the gal was in skimpy workout clothes with headphones while her man walked alongside in jeans with his hand on her shoulder like she was his pet. There were several moms pushing kids in strollers of various types and many had dogs to complicate things. There were experienced runners, walkers just starting out, and everyone I saw was someone who was doing something positive for their health. Well, except the gal wearing two layers of long pants and long sleeves in 80 degree weather to hide the fact that she really needed a cheeseburger. She should probably have been at dinner and not on the trail.
One thing I noticed, though, was how I looked at other people's bodies. There were big bodies and little bodies, modestly covered bodies and scantily clothed bodies. (One gal had on some awesome black capris that just fit so nicely, I wanted to ask where she got them -- but then thought it might look like I was checking out her butt and I didn't want to be weird.) Some bodies were "better" than mine, but you know what? First of all, they all jiggled when they ran. Second, I didn't want any of them. I was thinking, I have this amazing body that is allowing me to run more than six miles today -- and it also lets me do a ton of other things, like walk around amusement parks and hike mountains and bike to the farmers' market. I don't know if those other people's bodies can do that. So I better just be happy with this one, saddlebags and pooch and huge arms and all.
I also had many thoughts about how much I love to be able to see all the way to the horizon, but I pine about Big Sky Country enough... that's another story.