Running naked is extremely liberating.
And by naked, of course, I mean without a Garmin and without headphones and without any other electronic devices.
What did you THINK I meant?!
I woke up this morning feeling very discombobulated. I had a total mismatched outfit on and looked like a hobo, my Garmin wasn't charged, my arm strap for my iPhone was breaking apart, I couldn't find my lucky necklace, the coffee I made tasted terrible, blah blah blah, bring out the baby violin and play me a ballad.
I'd like to hear Tchaikovsky's Serenade Melancolique, please.
I watched the minutes tick by on the clock and got so fed up that I just ran out the door with nothing but my house key.
About a half mile in I started to panic -- how far am I supposed to go today? how fast am I going right now? how do I know what time it is so I know when to head back? what if I pass a pack of people and they totally judge my outfit and think I'm a loser? OMG what if someone attacks me and I don't have my phone to call anyone?! This could be it. My life is over.
The fear started to wear off, and for the next few minutes I started to notice things about running that I had never realized:
- I sound like a Clydesdale when I run. Which is no surprise, because it's the same when I walk. I have a heavy heel strike and the word "tip toe" is not in my vocabulary.
- I breathe very awkwardly. People ask me for tips on breathing methods sometimes, and I never know what to say because I always just kind of....well....do it. If a fish out of water made a sound, as it were gasping for the sea, that is what I would sound like. Similar to dying, but a little more deep belly, and less wheezy. I was very thrown off by the sound of my own breath, and shiver at the thought of what the runners near me are hearing by the end of my races.
- Besides my deep belly panting and my heavy feet, there is not much else making noise at 5 o'clock in the morning along my route. It is quiet and eerily peaceful. Every once in a while I heard a Pelican dive bomb into the Bay or would hear some bugs chirping, or hear the wind rustle through the palm trees. The sound of silence was a refreshing change.
Most importantly, this run reminded me of why I even starting running in the first place.
Back then, it wasn't about if my outfit matched, or if I had cute shorts that made my butt look good, or what my current pace was, or what my splits were, or the particular order my songs were listed on my playlist based on the terrain/elevation gain I was likely experiencing at that very point in my run. (Yes, I do that. Sometimes.)
Running back then was just about how it made me feel.
It was oversized T shirts and shorts that were two sizes too big and 5 year old gym shoes from Target.
I first fell in love with running with no Garmin, no music, no clue or care in the world as to what my splits were, while looking like a hobo.
I think I re-fell in love with it this morning.
Y'all..... take a chance and run naked sometime. It's unbelievable for the soul.