Running to me is the pipeline for a few loads of crap that exist in me: Negativity, sadness, and distraction. Seeing all of that in the form of sweat makes me relieved. Of course, I could just be a baked good from Texas because of this dang heat, but I'd like to see it differently. One of my biggest problems that I've had all summer is waking up early. I just can't seem to get up even after 8+ hours of sleep. Or to be fair it could be because I awoke on the 7th hour (groggy hour) of my sleep cycle. Or perhaps because I didn't have a full ignited motivation to get up as early as I currently do.
I am back for now. Aiming to be physically healthy capable of withstanding the amount of work I want to do with running so that in turn, I can use running as a catalyst for critical thinking. It seems like my best ideas about change in the world have come to me while I stomped and gasped for air in this heat. My most intense feelings to study social movements have come when I step into the lighthouse. I am not meant to exist in a still posture. I am meant to exist running in exhaustion, grinning my crooked tooth while I think.
Tomorrow I plan on running 4 miles.
Peace, peace, peace.