As Larry the Lobster was reminded:
“run, run, Larry run, run for your life!”
I’m not saying I run for my life, but it’s more like I need running in my life. I need it like the cream in my coffee, or like the ketchup on my french fries. But the black toe nails I can do without.
What hasn’t been said about running?
How about running is an excuse to wear a trendy Lululemon outfit? Or how about – running rejuvenates me when I feel tired, lazy and slightly insane.
I got it. A good run is like a slap in the face. It wakes me up and shows me the possibilities of the day.
What would Larry David say?
I seem to be on a “Larry” tangent. I think he would say: “What, run? Why?”
Well, let’s see. I run:
- To push myself to a level of discomfort that I didn’t think was possible. The pain of black toenails is like eating glass.
- To set a goal of a race. As the Organized Bohemian, running is the embodiment of my philosophy. That is, being organized (prepare body for a specific running goal) and being bohemian (forget all the training and have fun during a race). It’s the perfect blend of structure and release – my favourite combo.
- To know my body and not take it for granted. Training my body for a race turns me into a pseudo-Olympic athlete – even though I won’t win the race, I add a dose of competition and intensity to my life.
- To motivate me to pursue tough brain challenges (“good” writing). Running is a great motivator. When I see what my body can do, I have more confidence in what my brain can do.
Back to “Larry the Lobster”
I’m rethinking Larry’s predicament. What if I actually had to “run for my life”? What if I were being hunted (Hunger Games style)? Could I outrun my hunters? Yes, I could. It’s a practical skill to be able to run 42.2 kilometres without stopping.