Do you ever have moments when you look in the mirror and you can’t recognize the person who is staring back? You recognize certain features – hmmm, the eyes are the right color, the mouth shape is sort of all right – but yet a stranger’s face looms back at you. This is how I’ve felt for the past couple of weeks. But I admit it’s been a strange, confusing, and somewhat discouraging time. From relationships unevolved to work environment pressures and woes, to also not feeling motivated (or inspired) to get outside and move my feet in a quick run; all of these factors played a part in the partial downturn of my psyche for a bit. Then I signed up for the Tokyo Marathon.
Suddenly my motivation was back, I was renewed with vigor and I left early Saturday morning to hit the road for a quick run – or so I thought. Even in the somewhat frigid air (it was in the low 40’s), I found myself never once getting tired, never once thinking I should head back or that I’d gone far enough. Instead, I plowed on until I realized that I had just spent nearly 90 minutes out on the open road. And let me just say that that 90 minutes was the highlight of the past 14 days. It was like an icepick shattered through this mild depression and enlivened my somewhat downtrodden spirit. Everything was possible, everything was new, and nothing could stand in my way of accomplishing my goals.
Yesterday I looked in the mirror before I left for church and I smiled. I recognized myself again.
This is why I run.